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

The approval process for the temporary flight route got the fast track, and the Gulfstream private jet took off from the private terminal, heading straight for Capital City Airport. When Phillip pulled up before the Watson Manor, four hours had passed.

His visit was a spur-of-the-moment decision, unplanned, and he hadn't considered that Tina might already be asleep at this hour.

Perhaps he had thought of it, but the impulsive heat of the moment overrode his usual rational thinking, which was a rare occurrence for him.

The house was in the serene darkness of the early hours, with no light from Tina's third-floor window, which suggested she had turned in for the night.

Phillip stood at the curb, leaning against his car door, pulling out a cigarette from the pack.

A voice cut through the night air as he was about to light it. "What are you doing by standing outside my house in the middle of the night?"

Phillip paused and turned his gaze toward the vineyard in the yard.

The lush grapevines covered a small gazebo, and in the dim light of the lamps, he hadn't noticed someone was sitting there.

Tina was swinging on a garden bench barefoot, cradling a glass bowl filled with washed green grapes.

popped one into her mouth, breaking the firm skin to let the juice burst forth, her eyes fixed on the figure by

the time,

and with the garden

unlit cigarette and

slipped them on, and

hands, coming all this

Tina realized

"Why aren't you asleep?"

with a new espresso machine all

the bowl in

of the grapes wafted between

bowl

and sat

they last sat together like that. A gentle breeze rustled through the

standing outside at this hour wasn't to

to wake you." Phillip didn't deny

considering he usually avoided