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.

one into her mouth, breaking the firm skin to let the juice

there eating grapes at the time, just as Tina hadn't

a pleasant chill, and with the garden

and

reached for her slippers, slipped them on, and walked to him, following his

a lot of time on your hands, coming all this way just to spy on

reached her ears, and Tina realized perhaps, just maybe, she had

"Why aren't you asleep?"

been messing with a new espresso machine all day. Drank too much caffeine to

the bowl in her hand. "Want

tart scent of the grapes

retracted the bowl and

walked over and sat down beside

like that. A gentle breeze rustled through the grapevine in

assume, but him standing outside

didn't want to wake

considering he