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

Chapter 227

Curtis frowned, a sense of foreboding washing over him as the silence stretched between the gathered crowd. The evening, meant for casual drinks and laughter, had taken an unexpected turn.

His irritation peaked, and with a clink louder than intended, his glass met the marble countertop, the fragile material showing a hairline crack – a testament to his barely contained frustration.

Grabbing his jacket, Curtis made his way through the bustling pub, catching up to Leanne just outside.

“You’re mad again?” he asked, gripping her wrist.

“Not at all,” Leanne retorted, pulling away.

“Sure,” Curtis said, his hold tightening as he pulled her back, searching her eyes. “What’s got into you? Is it because I called out his intentions, or because I made it tough for him?” Leanne’s brows knitted together. “Why drag others into our mess? You making him uncomfortable was about me, wasn’t it?”

Curtis was steaming because of her defense of Jeremy. But when she distinguished between “others” and “our”, he felt a slight sense of satisfaction. This left him split in two half mad, half quietly content.

“It’s not like I want him in our business. Do you think I enjoy having him around?”

His grip loosened, his gaze softening. “If it weren’t for worrying about upsetting you, have already set him straight.”

I’d

was unimpressed. “And I should thank

her chin. “Just be a bit nicer to

however, brushed his hand away coldly.

coming between us, but have you considered his actual intentions? If you weren’t dragging your feet, we’d be

back, creating distance

one can predict your

expression darkened noticeably, “So, we divorce, and he’s free to

had reignited his temper, his tone laced

old husband and want to make room for him? Touched by his silent adoration all these years and

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last time, our issues have

defend him?”

don’t want him caught in the crossfire.”

behind my back for years, and you think you’re to

on it. I

was pointing out that their marital issues weren’t his fault, nor were they Suzan