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

He had no intention of telling her about his misunderstandings and wrongful suspicions of her.

But she was sharp. "Was it for me?"

With a look that screamed, 'So you've had your eye on me this whole time,' Tina teased, "You're quite the dark horse, aren't you? Always playing coy before me."

Phillip neither confirmed nor denied. His ability to maintain composure in such a tense moment was remarkable.

Soon, Tina found herself at a loss for words.

Outside, the rain poured in sheets, its droplets meandering down the window, keeping the storm at bay.

Sweaty and sticky, Tina did not find the sensation unpleasant.

Phillip went to shower, leaving her to rest in bed for a moment. She wanted to share her feelings with her best friend, only to remember she had lost her phone.

She rolled around in the sheets, catching Phillip's scent, her legs kicking playfully.

The storm raged on, but her mood had significantly improved.

Two days later, Tina's missing bag returned.

She had been languishing at home, bored as the rain continued to fall without pause. She hated venturing out on rainy days and found herself hanging upside down on the couch, lost in thought. The doorbell rang, and Phillip was back, looking down at her with an amused, "What are you doing?"

"Nothing," Tina quipped.

his right hand, holding a

the couch to grab the bag. "How did you find it?

a

kept it brief, but having grown up in their circle, Tina knew the cost of

thing of note inside was her phone. Seemed like a whole

didn't have to go through

trouble," Phillip said, remembering her frustration

offender who hadn't sold the stolen goods

backed up a lot of photos. It would've been a

scrolled through her

of himself. Standing by the window with the phone to his ear and his right hand in the pant pocket,

cast a halo around

of light

if that photo were among those she'd have regretted

phone was intact, and everything was in place. Once Tina confirmed it, she tossed it aside,

her, steadying her as they naturally

was spontaneous, acting on her desires without

became a frequent visitor to Phillip's room, and

to a passionate love affair, their relationship continued until one day, her friend casually remarked during the video call, "You haven't

been leisurely rocking in her chair,

their relationship, floating on cloud nine, until her friend's offhand comment brought her back to reality. Was she standing on clouds or on the edge of

The answer seemed imminent.