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

Chapter 248

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The papers were scattered everywhere, and Leanne’s 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.

“Do you find this amusing?”

Curtis rose from the couch and walked over to embrace her, apologizing.

“I wasn’t 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 couldn’t go through with it.”

“Leanne, I don’t want a divorce.”

Even at the height of their misunderstandings, he couldn’t bear the thought of divorcing her. The idea of becoming strangers was like the cruelest curse.

He had signed countless contracts, the signature “Curtis” becoming a muscle memory effortlessly executed. Yet, he felt signing the divorce agreement was more painful than being skinned alive.

“So, you’ve been deceiving me from the start. You’ve been stringing me along, treating me like a fool for several months?”

Thinking back on the past few months, how she’d 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 couldn’t contain her rage.

The more furious she got, the harder it was to suppress the tears. “Have you ever respected me, even once?”

Curtis gently cleaned her tears. “I’ve been begging for your mercy. How could I not respect you?”

“I was just clinging to the hope that you might change your mind, hoping this signature would never come to light if we didn’t go to city hall.”

“I’m a jerk, a complete idiot, a scumbag, a monster, damned to hell, utterly heartless. Let me do the cursing for you, okay?”

He owned up to it. “You can curse me all you want, but I’ve tried. I’ve tried to go through with this divorce, but I can’t do it.” This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“Leanne, I wish I didn’t love you so much. Then I wouldn’t have gotten so upset, saying things that hurt you. I thought about letting you go, but I can’t let go of you.”

Curtis embraced her, his warm breath on her eyelids, tasting the saltiness of her tears.

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His voice grew husky. “Honey, let’s make up, please?”

“This is the longest fight we’ve ever had. It’s been too long. Let’s make up.”

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 Curtis’ coaxing.

She couldn’t stop crying, tears rolling down her cheeks, sliding off her jaw, all gathered in Curtis’ 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 Curtis’ warm embrace.

“I’m tired. I want to go home.”

“I’ll take you home,” Curtis insisted, worried for her. “You can take your anger out on me, but don’t go home upset.”

Leanne dabbed at the corners of her eyes with her hand back, trying to dry her tears, but it was futile.

“I don’t want to see you right now.”

She opened the door, and the sound of typing suddenly erupted, loud and frantic, as everyone pretended to be engrossed in their work.

Leanne’s 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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