Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back!

Chapter 195

Leanne tossed and turned in bed, the faint glow of the streetlights casting shadows across her room. Insomnia had become a frequent, unwelcome guest, and her mood seemed to be tethered to Curtis, as though she was a marionette and he held the strings.

Deep down, Leanne knew she wasn’t heartless enough, not the ice queen she sometimes. wished she could be. Despite her best efforts, the remnants of his fiery love had still stirred an indescribable bitterness within her heart.

How could she be indifferent? In her twenty-something years, she had loved only him, and he had once claimed every corner of her soul.

He had given her love so intense that it bordered on obsession, but he had also taught her the bitter taste of hatred.

The vast landscape of love had different meanings for different people. For Leanne, it was all about Curtis.

The first love wielded an unshakable power over one because it defined what love meant to him.

The first kiss, heart-to-heart gaze, what he believed love was like, and how he loved. someone were all sculpted alongside the first love.

Every person he loved later carried an indelible trace of that crush of the first love.

For Leanne, love had come to mean vulnerability to pain.

To love someone

one was to willingly hand them the blade that could strike at your very heart. So, while Curtis could afford to be fearless, she lacked the courage to face that kind of pain again.

Her survival instincts, honed since childhood, shaped her worldview. Much like her approach to finance, stability always trumped risk.

light up when she rolled over. Picking it up, she saw a

Anne, Curtis is pretty down. He has drunk too much and is out cold. Could you swing by

on the couch, legs jittering with

do you think she’ll

course, she wouldn’t.

Chapter 195

a heart of

sliver of hope, wondering if she’d show

of concern.

a reply!” Devin exclaimed, slapping Curtis on the back.

string of digits.

puzzled and reaching for his phone.

thin and pale as the moonlight outside. “Don’t bother. It’s Jake’s.”

morning, the doorbell woke Leanne. Peering through the peephole, she

to hear, and returned to her morning routine. When she was ready to

door opened, Curtis’ gaze was heavy with unspoken emotions,

some

like she didn’t hear or see anything, ignoring him and heading toward

she overheard a woman’s voice, tinged with surprise and delight. “Oh, look who it is! The handsome is bringing the food and showing his love

chuckled and responded, “Was just swinging by with an extra

creamy, and that passionfruit