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

Chapter 230

“I’m really sorry to drop this on you like this, but I’ve had feelings for you for a while now. You don’t have to feel any kind of way about it because this has always been my deal, not yours or anyone else’s.

I never even dared to hope that you’d feel the same, and I didn’t want to mess with your life. If it hadn’t been for Selina getting hurt, and me getting the chance to actually talk to you, I would’ve probably kept this buried forever.

But seeing you unhappy, knowing about the stuff you’ve been through, I couldn’t help but wish – against my better judgment – that I could be there for you, comfort you, protect you. I didn’t mean to cause any trouble, but I ended up causing issues for you, and for Curtis. And for that, I’m truly sorry.

Please forgive me for overstepping these past few months. I’ll be heading out of town for work after the Christmas, might be gone for a couple of months. When I get back, let’s just be friends, okay?

Leanne put away her phone after reading the message.

She looked up at the road ahead, her breath forming a cloud of mist in the cold air.

Jeremy was genuinely a good guy, always so considerate and careful with her feelings, always tiptoeing around, scared of stepping over the line.

She was just as cautious, unable to give him anything in return, afraid of accidentally hurting him.

So, there was always this wall between them, keeping them from being just friends.

maybe she could enjoy his attention while keeping him at arm’s length, under the guise of

she wasn’t built that way.

she was clueless,

door, she texted Jeremy back.

everything goes well for you]

up to find the sky overcast. Pulling back the curtains, she

at the hospital over the holiday,

Curtis had dropped by again. Leanne was putting on her shoes when she

habit of bringing different kinds of breakfast every day, but she hadn’t

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any of it.

gotten quite attached, having not seen Curtis for a

shouted excitedly, “Sir,

“So I’ve been feeding you all this time,

way!” the kid retorted, “My

chair that hadn’t been in the