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

Phillip stood at his desk, his back to the room's door, the decor mirrored his persona - a blend of emotionless monochrome, shades of black, white, and gray painting his world.

Tina, without a second thought, kicked off her shoes and sprawled out on the bed in a casual, kneeling position.

At 1:20 AM, she had boldly made her way into a man's bed without any reservation.

Phillip could never forget their first encounter two years back, her clear-cut rules of engagement - essentially, post-marriage, live as you please.

Such pre-engagement demands were rare, from women and men alike. If it stemmed from her personal desires, then it all made sense.

She was indeed a free spirit, adventurous and capable of bold moves, unafraid to make advances, yet equally quick to move on to another man if rejected, not returning home until the early hours. Phillip had no intentions of rushing into intimacy, despite their engagement.

But if she had any desires, he'd prefer to be the one who satisfies them.

Tina, unaware of his gaze, opened a folder on her laptop. "I just finished editing these photos; they're unpublished, and you're the first to see them," she said.

Phillip sat beside her, listening intently as she animatedly shared the stories behind each photo - the dark rivers and poisonous creatures of the Amazon, the challenges and triumphs of climbing Everest, swimming with dolphins in the Red Sea, the turmoil in Syria...

human emotions against a

explorer, not a

and colorful worlds, Tina became

an excellent listener, his occasional pointed questions

and turned to him, suspicion in her eyes, she asked, "What,

answered honestly and in a steady

fell on her, the light reflecting

vel

me," Tina retorted, convinced their marriage was just a facade for family alliances. "Knowing my

know you than your

quickly, and though Tina couldn't recall who initiated

checking her phone afterward

herself crazy for keeping Phillip up until dawn, looking at her

been just as mad

have work the next day, but that night marked the beginning of their more frequent conversations and, noticeably, more

always lived by her own rules, valuing freedom above all.

mid-conversation, she'd find herself sitting on his