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

has drunk too much and is out

Devin sat on the couch, legs jittering with

you think she’ll

she wouldn’t.

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a heart of diamond,

but cling to a sliver of hope,

of concern.

a reply!” Devin exclaimed, slapping Curtis on

a string of

puzzled

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

doorbell woke Leanne. Peering through the peephole, she saw Curtis standing there

didn’t answer, pretending not to hear, and returned to her morning routine. When she

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

Have some breakfast before

anything, ignoring him and heading

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

swinging by with an extra serving. How did you

and that passionfruit pudding, sweet and tangy, my son