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

Chapter 247

Curtis let out a long sigh, his eyes filled with resignation and disbelief as he looked at her, “So, tell me. What should I do? How can I make it so we don’t divorce?”

“Why even bother?” Leanne responded, her voice tinged with sadness and frustration. “We had our moments, sure, but it’s all broken now. Patching things up won’t bring back what we had. What’s the point in settling for something less?”

Each word felt like a needle pricking at the most vulnerable parts of Curtis’ heart.

So, that was what it felt like to be told to settle.

She was standing so close, across the coffee table, yet it felt like she was miles away.

“Curtis, you can have any woman you want. Beauty fades, and besides that, I don’t have much else. I’m not kind or thoughtful and don’t know how to cheer you up. You really shouldn’t waste your time on me.”

The tightness in Curtis’ chest was unbearable, and he scoffed. “Yeah, what woman can’t I have? The world is full of women more understanding and charming than you, eager for a hug or a kiss, ready to jump into my lap with just a wave of my hand. Why did I fall for you, of all people? I’d like to know that, too, Leanne. Maybe you can tell me why. Why is it that I want you and nobody else?”

Leanne turned her head away, taking a moment to steady her breathing and swallow the lump forming in her throat.

“That is it, and there’s no turning back,” She warned herself.

“It’s because you’ve been spoiled since childhood, getting whatever you wanted effortlessly. You’ve never faced real setbacks. Our marriage is the only failure you’ve encountered, and you can’t accept it.”

don’t want me. You just can’t handle failure.”

cold and bleak

smile. “Talk about karma. I once hurt you, and now, it’s

call it even,” Leanne said calmly. “I only need half an hour of your time. Let’s go to the courthouse and get the

the stifling sensation, loosening his

the papers even if you dragged me to the courthouse today. Didn’t you read the

“What

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enigmatic gaze, her

the agreement carefully before

always the chance they’d

her heart felt. She pulled her copy of the agreement from her

words seemed to morph into menacing shapes as she went page by

eyes landed on the signature for Party B. Curtis’ bold and fluid

“Forgive me.”

took Leanne a while to process, finally realizing she had been played

tightened, her knuckles turning

in disbelief, she looked at the man sitting on the