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.

phone’s screen light up when she rolled over. Picking it up, she saw a message from Devin.

is pretty down. He has drunk too much and is out cold. Could

sending the text, Devin sat on the couch, legs

do you think

she wouldn’t.

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had a heart of

to a sliver of

of concern.

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

a string of digits. No

Devin asked, puzzled and reaching for his phone.

as thin and

through the peephole, she saw Curtis standing there with breakfast in hand.

not to hear, and returned to her morning routine. When she was ready to

Curtis’ gaze was heavy with unspoken emotions, but they quickly vanished,

early still. Have some breakfast

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

the neighbor’s doorbell chime, 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 again!”

and responded, “Was just swinging by with an extra serving. How did you find the restaurant

best, so soft and creamy, and that passionfruit pudding, sweet and tangy, my