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

Her friend went silent on the other end of the phone for what seemed like an eternity. "Are you serious? The guy looks as prim and proper as if he's about to anchor the six o'clock news." "That's exactly why I wanna see what's under that suit," she quipped.

Her friend scoffed, "There are plenty of folks on the news every night. How come I haven't heard you wanting to undress any of them?"

Tina had no response to that.

As much as she craved a bit of excitement, she never brought up the idea of testing the waters with Phillip again.

It was as if Phillip was devoid of any desires or passions, which really took the fun out of the chase.

Phillip treated Tina with the utmost respect, carving out a day each week to spend with her, no matter how busy he was.

They'd check out photo exhibits, catch a movie, go cave exploring... even shopping, activities he wouldn't normally be caught dead doing. Tina appreciated his efforts, she really did.

One unexpectedly rainy afternoon, a female friend invited her to lunch. The gathering included two guys, one of whom was clearly flirting with her friend.

The other guy lit up upon seeing Tina, eagerly engaging her in conversation at the table. However, it didn't take long for him to reveal a level of chauvinism that reminded Tina uncomfortably of her dad's outdated attitudes. It totally killed her appetite.

by their public displays of affection. She made up a flimsy excuse, "Gotta go feed the kids," grabbed her purse, and left without

coffee, playing with dogs at the pet store, and killing

leave, Tina realized her purse, along with her phone and wallet, was gone. The arcade's surveillance

round figure adorned with a chunky gold chain and an attitude as

day had been

now, without

or cash, caught in

unexpected downpour without even

she

frustration reaching its peak.

borrowed a phone from the service desk and called Phillip, her voice tinged with the frustration wrought by this cursed weather and

me?" she said, the background noise on his end betraying his presence

she

send a driver

his end abruptly ceased, replaced by Phillip's calm, collected voice, "Where

giving him the mall's address, it was clear by the time Phillip arrived,