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

Chapter 189

Leanne found herself imprisoned in Curtis’ embrace, unable to move an inch.

“It’s too late,” her voice muffled against the solid wall of his chest.

“Not too late,” Curtis’ breath warmed her forehead, “What if we just don’t split up?”

“It’s too late,” Leanne repeated.

She tilted her head back within the confines of Curtis’ arms to behold the chiseled

contours of the man before her.

Curtis had a strikingly handsome face, bearing a resemblance to Phillip, yet the vibe he radiated was entirely different.

Before marrying him, Leanne had never really been in a serious relationship. Perhaps it was her blank slate that made her so easily conquered by the deep affection he seemed

to offer.

After all, Curtis had an alluring demeanor, and when he elected to charm, it seemed nearly hopeless to resist.

Just one look from those eyes, a flash of his smile, and your heart would start doing. somersaults.

Back then, she didn’t know the steep price she’d eventually pay.

Leanne said, “Back when you were still at Starlake, I called you numerous times. I was clinging to a shred of hope, wanting to ask if we could avoid divorce.”

A flicker of emotion crossed Curtis’ eyes as if something deep within him had been

struck.

“If you didn’t want to divorce, why didn’t you tell me?”

“How could I tell you?” Leanne’s tone edged toward mockery, “You wouldn’t spare me a minute of your time, and eventually, you stopped taking my calls altogether.”

She thought she had fully escaped the cage of her past, but discussing it now, she realized her heart was still disturbed. This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

Like a stone thrown into a well, causing a persistent, faint echo.

Remorse slowly filled Curtis’ eyes, “I…”

Leanne cut him off, “Every time I wanted to talk to you, not once did you listen properly, just like now.”

“I thought you wanted to talk about divorce.” Curtis’ voice was strained as if choked by an invisible stone, filled with a delayed regret that flooded his chest. They both mistakenly

believed the other wanted the divorce, one too afraid to speak up, the other too afraid to

listen.

“So you ignored my calls, wouldn’t listen to me, left me on some deserted road, all because you were afraid I’d bring up divorce?” Leanne found it absurd:

“I didn’t leave. I stopped ahead and watched you. I got out and sent Jake back to pick you. up, but your taxi arrived first.”

Curtis had lived a life of whims, with little regret. Perhaps karma was finally catching up, forcing him to taste remorse in those three months..

“I was a jerk. I didn’t realize then that you didn’t want the split. In the two-plus years I’ve been in Emberland, you never once reached out to me. On that same day, after my mom’s morning reminder, I got a call from you in the afternoon. What was I supposed to think? I thought you couldn’t wait to get away from me, I was clear that divorce was the inevitable end to our story.” Curtis gently brushed away a lock of hair from her ear, “I don’t like that ending, but I didn’t know how to keep you.”

Leanne felt her heart clogged. Why had they reached this point if neither wanted to?

“Maybe this is the end our paths were meant to take. Once it’s missed, it’s missed. It’s all.

too late now.”

“Even a wrong turn can be righted. I’m not so old that I don’t have the strength to catch up with you.” Curtis said firmly.

Leanne was a realist, and realism often carried a tinge of pessimism, but Curtis was a

born romantic idealist.

He cradled the side of her face, the rough texture of his palm against her soft cheek, his eyes unguarded as they met hers, “Unless I’m dead, it’s never too late.”

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