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

In the heart of summer, after a hectic week, a group of old friends decided to catch up over the weekend, picking a newly opened bar for their reunion.

Due to an unexpected delay in his afternoon meeting, Phillip arrived a half-hour late.

Time-tested friendships like theirs weren't easily shaken by trivial matters. When Phillip entered the bar, his friends were having burgers and beers, deeply engrossed in a lively discussion. Shrugging off his blazer and draping it over the back of a chair, Phillip took his seat. One of his friends gestured subtly with a nod, signaling Phillip to take notice of something.

A glance revealed a boisterous group of men and women. Phillip barely gave them a moment's attention before turning to his friends again.

"The guy in the pink shirt," one friend whispered with mischief, "is your rival in love."

Another friend, adopting a tone of mock solemnity, interjected, "What are you talking about? Phillip's only love is his career."

"Oh, my mistake," the first friend corrected himself, "That's your ex-fiancée's current fiancé."

"Be precise. Tina's almost-current fiancé."

and placed the napkin down gently, casting another glance toward the

men and women, the men looking like they'd be more at home in a nightclub, the women all dolled up in figure-hugging dresses, their faces

from them, with a woman in a mini-skirt perched on his lap. She wore elaborate makeup, and her refined

at their table mentioned Tina. "In such a public place, aren't you worried about the paparazzi? The Watson family is quite the highbrows. What would Miss Watson say if

big deal? She said I could have fun if

okay with that?" The table buzzed with

fall for something," one buzz-cut guy said disrespectfully. "She and Phillip were engaged for three years and nearly made it down the aisle. She's been with him. Who knows. Maybe

you think I'd have noticed if she were pregnant?" Alfred argued. "Look, how many married men do you know- who don't play around? Her

only condition was no illegitimate children. Anything else goes. I wouldn't go that far. Having fun is one thing, but a love child? That's just asking for

Alfred's lap cooed, "Miss Watson is

let something slip. "You guys don't get it. Her mom killed herself because her dad had an affair and fathered a child outside. That's why she's so

from their table, but

lit, yet Phillip's expression turned dark