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

Eyes from all around were fixed on Tina as she made her way through the party, their gazes filled with curiosity, admiration, and flattery, but noticeably absent were disdain and scorn. In the latter half of the soirée, Tina, wearing flip-flops, navigated the crowded event alongside Phillip.

She was a daughter of the Watson family, groomed to the highest standard, more than capable of handling such a modest gathering.

Every glance that fell upon her mismatched footwear lingered a bit longer, but what did decorum matter when Phillip himself had fetched those flip-flops for her? No one dared to utter a word. In a rare moment alone, Tina couldn't help but ask, "Aren't you embarrassed?"

Phillip, ever unflustered, replied, "A man's dignity isn't measured by a woman's choice of shoes. Next time, pick something comfortable; no need to force yourself."

Tina found herself liking his response.

"So, I can wear flip-flops to any occasion?"

"If you want," Phillip said, not bothered, "We can even put that in the prenuptial agreement."

"Deal!" Tina exclaimed, "Let's add it when we get back. Don't forget."

Spending the evening side by side with Phillip gave Tina a chance to see him in a new light, slightly altering her preconceived notions.

Phillip carried himself with an authoritative ease and a deep, restrained presence, his emotions rarely surfacing. Yet, he was different from her father.

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celebration came to a close, she removed the mask she had worn all evening, ready to

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could easily be replaced, but those elegant, noble hands were meant for

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the Perez family, close friends of their parents. Phillip continued to hold the heels while chatting with the elders as ifat were the most natural thing in

down the window

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you have plans tomorrow?" she turned to ask Phillip. "I've been in Stonebridge for quite some time, and you've yet to show me around. I'm still a stranger to