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

Chapter 308

Curtis néver showed up.

Later, Curtis married Leanne. Suzan was filled with jealousy and regret, wishing she hadn’t lost her temper with him that day.

So, she learned to keep her fiery temper and pride in check. Curtis was the type who responded better to a soft touch rather than a hard push.

Then, at Devin’s birthday bash, Curtis declared that Suzan was the person he loved the most. When Suzan heard about it, she couldn’t help but feel smug. No matter what, she was the special one.

But then Curtis moved to Starlake City, just a stone’s throw from Brightwood University. Despite being so close, he never once reached out to her.

If she took the initiative, nine times out of ten she wouldn’t even catch a glimpse of him unless Devin and his crew were in town, or some well-connected family friends were visiting. Only then would Curtis grace the gatherings with his presence.

She followed Curtis back home, waiting for his marriage with Leanne to crumble, hoping Jennifer would play matchmaker. Suzan felt like she held all the cards.

But over the last six months, she watched helplessly as things spiraled beyond her control, her hopes dashed by a man who seemed heartless, his rare affections bestowed upon Leanne.

Suzan couldn’t understand when or how Curtis fell for Leanne. What was so special about

Leanne?

When Leanne finished her shift at the hospital, Curtis’ car was waiting out front. Dressed in a charcoal grey business suit with subtle pinstripes, the outfit softened his typically carefree swagger. Leaning against the car door, he exuded an air of effortless sophistication.

she emerged, Curtis straightened up. “Dr. Castillo, may I

neatly. She gave him a cold, sideways

“Then I might just visit the kids. I do have

after all.”

absurd how he treated his cat like

joked that the cat was her own, Leanne couldn’t very well accuse him of being insane without implicating herself.

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your own.

aren’t you? Do look like the kind of

declared confidently, “I’m just plotting excuses to see you.”

didn’t want

a box from his car and handed it to her.

to accept, Leanne asked, “What is it?”

the cat,” he replied. While claiming disdain for cats, he had clearly spared no expense. “Make sure to tell

“Stop playing nice.”

Leanne, the box

spring turned to summer,

next morning was dreary with continuous drizzle. During rounds, Leanne met the new