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.

right hand, holding a white

the couch to grab the bag. "How

asked a friend for

having grown up in their circle, Tina knew the cost of such favors, especially from

and the only thing of note inside was her phone. Seemed like a whole lot of fuss for such

touched. "You didn't have

remembering her frustration when

was a habitual offender who hadn't sold the stolen

said, checking her phone. "I hadn't backed up a lot of photos. It would've been a shame

she scrolled

and his right hand in the pant pocket, he turned toward the camera as if he had sensed her presence or

cast a halo

light

that photo were among those she'd

everything was in place. Once Tina confirmed it, she tossed it

her as they naturally rolled onto the

spontaneous, acting on her desires without

frequent visitor to Phillip's room,

relationship continued until one day, her friend casually remarked during the video call, "You

her chair, froze,

friend's offhand comment brought her back to reality. Was she standing on clouds or on the edge

The answer seemed imminent.