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

So, she started to loosen up.

Sometimes, she'd sit cross-legged; other times, she'd lie flat on her stomach; occasionally, one leg would be up on the couch while the upper half of her body sprawled across the carpet; and at times, she'd just start stretching into yoga poses while sitting.

Phillip's gaze would occasionally catch her in these odd shapes, always lingering for a few seconds before he silently looked away.

One night, deep into editing photos, her stomach rumbled with hunger. She thought of whipping up some food for a midnight snack, wandering the kitchen like a ghost, only to discover that Phillip didn't stock any of that stuff.

As she rummaged around, the lights flicked on, revealing Phillip in his navy pajamas, leaning against the wall, "What are you up to?"

"Just hungry, thought I'd make some pasta."

"Why not ask the maid?"

"It's too late; didn't want to bother her." It was supposed to be a simple task, but Tina hadn't anticipated the hurdles.

Rubbing her nose, she asked Phillip, "So, uh, how do you turn on the stove?"

After a brief silence, Phillip replied, "I'll do it."

He stepped into the kitchen, ignited the burner with ease, and Tina peeked over, trying to save face, "Wow, your stove even has a fingerprint scanner. Fancy."

a methodical grace while Tina waited at the dining table, distracted

placed before her. Simple,

his hands slowly, responded,

she took a bite too eagerly

Phillip paused, "Too hot?"

Tina said, lifting

No excuse from Phillip.

wake

culinary shortcomings somehow made Tina

Phillip via text to bring her some snacks, to which his replies were usually concise, a

no longer remember, they found themselves chatting more than usual

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conversation had spanned more

invited her to a gathering with his

them

Tina eagerly agreed, even

cocktail

highlighted her figure, curls

herself against the wall as she slipped into black strappy heels, looking up,

they first met. But meeting his friends