Chapter 159
Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back! ( Leanne Castillo )
Chapter 159
âIâm not made of stone, you know. Itâs not like I can just stand there and take that kind of public humiliation without giving a damn. You saw me at Devinâs birthday party, didnât you?â
Leanne clenched her fists, fighting the pain that was resurrecting within her, spreading through her veins like invasive vines.
Great, her broken heart had been ripped open once again by him.
Curtis inhaled deeply, but the heavy feeling in his chest wouldnât abate.
He braced his hands on the table, his throat as though filled with a thousand thorns, making even speaking a challenge.
After what felt like an eternity, he finally exhaled a bitter breath, his voice tinged with either self-mockery or regret, âI thought you were green with envy, wishing you were the one marrying Phillip.â
âYes, youâre right,â Leanne retorted, âIâm dying of envy. How wonderful it wouldâve been if I had married Phillip. He wouldnât have tormented me like you do.â
âItâs my fault,â Curtisâ voice was rough as he wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his forehead against her shoulder, his breath quivering with each exhale, âIâm a real son of
a bitch.â
Leanne stayed silent, turning her face away, her gaze fixed on some distant point, unwilling to look at him.
She couldnât tell if Curtisâ remorse was genuine or just for show, and frankly, she didnât want to know, âAre you done? If so, just leave. And donât bother me again.â
âAnne, that dayâ¦â Curtis tried to explain, but Leanne erupted without warning, âDonât call
me that!â
Her voice was cold, sharp, her muscles tensed in resistance.
That nickname, once whispered in tender moments, now felt like a cruel branding on her very soul, something she never wished to hear again.
âAlright, I wonât,â Curtis said, his warm palm cupping her face, trying to soothe her, âYour donât like it, Iâll never say it again.â
Leanne put her arms between them, pushing against him as if facing a ferocious flood.
âDonât touch me!â
Curtis held her struggling form, âJust hear me out.â
âWhat else is there to say? Havenât you said enough?â
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Chapter 159
âLeanne.â Suddenly, a knock at the door, and Jeremyâs voice filtered through.
Like a drowning person clutching at a lifeline, Leanneâs eyes darted to the door, almost pleading, âJeremy!â
That look pierced Curtis deeply.
He turned her face back to him, âLeanne, look at me. Donât look at anyone else. Trust me. Thereâs nothing between Suzan and me.â
Leanne found it laughable. Even now, he was trying to tell her there was nothing between him and Suzan?
Did he really think she was that dumb, or that the past three years of deceit werenât enough?
âJapan says their radioactive water is drinkable, would you trust them?â
âIâm serious.â Curtis desperately wanted to explain, but the issues between him and Leanne were like tangled balls of yarn, knotted and impossible to unravel.
Jeremy seemed to sense something was amiss, âLeanne? Are you alright?â
With sudden strength from who knows where, Leanne managed to push Curtis
She jumped to her feet, rushed to the door, and flung it open.
away
Jeremy stood there, surprise etched on his face, âYouâ¦â
Then his gaze shifted past her to the shadowy figure in the dimly lit room.
As the outside light and air flooded in, Leanne felt like she had finally reached the shore.
âIâm okay,â her body relaxed a bit, her emotions settling, âDid you just get here?â
Jeremy, taking in her disheveled hair and reddened eyes, showed no reaction, âSelinal mentioned you guys wanted to hike up the mountain to catch the sunrise tomorrow. I brought some gear, trekking poles, flashlights⦠stuff youâll need.â
âThanks,â Leanne said, stepping out, âIâll go find Joy and Selina.â
She couldnât stand to be there any longer.
Curtis always managed to tear open her wounds, or perhaps, he was the wound itself.
Underneath her scab, the skin was still raw and hadnât healed yet.
Curtis strode after her, his eyes deep and turbulent, reaching for her hand, âLeanneâ¦â
Leanne dodged.
For the first time, Jeremy stepped in front of her.
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