Chapter 248
Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back! ( Leanne Castillo )
Chapter 248
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The papers were scattered everywhere, and Leanneâs hands trembled with a fury that threatened to engulf her. She clenched her fists, tears welling in her eyes despite her efforts to hold them back.
âDo you find this amusing?â
Curtis rose from the couch and walked over to embrace her, apologizing.
âI wasnât playing a game with you. That day, I had convinced myself to go through with the divorce. But sitting at that table at the city hall, with each signature, it felt like I was
carving out a piece of my heart. So, when I got to the final document, I couldnât go through with it.â
âLeanne, I donât want a divorce.â
Even at the height of their misunderstandings, he couldnât bear the thought of divorcing her. The idea of becoming strangers was like the cruelest curse.
He had signed countless contracts, the signature âCurtisâ becoming a muscle memory effortlessly executed. Yet, he felt signing the divorce agreement was more painful than being skinned alive.
âSo, youâve been deceiving me from the start. Youâve been stringing me along, treating me like a fool for several months?â
Thinking back on the past few months, how sheâd been kept out of the loop, all the while she was counting down the days to what she thought would be her freedom, and all the while he was sitting back watching the show smugly, Leanne couldnât contain her rage.
The more furious she got, the harder it was to suppress the tears. âHave you ever respected me, even once?â
Curtis gently cleaned her tears. âIâve been begging for your mercy. How could I not respect you?â
âI was just clinging to the hope that you might change your mind, hoping this signature would never come to light if we didnât go to city hall.â
âIâm a jerk, a complete idiot, a scumbag, a monster, damned to hell, utterly heartless. Let me do the cursing for you, okay?â
He owned up to it. âYou can curse me all you want, but Iâve tried. Iâve tried to go through with this divorce, but I canât do it.â
âLeanne, I wish I didnât love you so much. Then I wouldnât have gotten so upset, saying things that hurt you. I thought about letting you go, but I canât let go of you.â
Curtis embraced her, his warm breath on her eyelids, tasting the saltiness of her tears.
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His voice grew husky. âHoney, letâs make up, please?â
âThis is the longest fight weâve ever had. Itâs been too long. Letâs make up.â
He had called her that in their sweetest moments.
Leanne tried to suppress her tears, but along with them, all the grievances she thought she had gotten over in the past three years were easily stirred up by Curtisâ coaxing.
She couldnât stop crying, tears rolling down her cheeks, sliding off her jaw, all gathered in Curtisâ palm.
She felt like she was standing on the edge of a cliff, with deep valleys in front and behind her, not knowing whether to jump into thorns or face a beast.
It seemed there was no escape, no way out.
After the storm of anger, the emotional turmoil plummeted to a low, leaving her feeling utterly drained.
The sense of powerlessness seeped through her, and she slowly pulled away from Curtisâ warm embrace.
âIâm tired. I want to go home.â
âIâll take you home,â Curtis insisted, worried for her. âYou can take your anger out on me, but donât go home upset.â
Leanne dabbed at the corners of her eyes with her hand back, trying to dry her tears, but it was futile.
âI donât want to see you right now.â
She opened the door, and the sound of typing suddenly erupted, loud and frantic, as everyone pretended to be engrossed in their work.
Leanneâs eyes were red and swollen, clearly having just cried.
But nobody dared to look up or ponder how the boss managed to make such a beautiful woman cry. They typed away as if their lives depended on it, sparks flying from their keyboards.
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