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

Tina had always considered herself somewhat indifferent to the allure of the opposite sex. Among her circle of friends, she was the odd one out, a 23-year-old who had never really 'played the field,' preferring instead to explore the world through the lens of her camera.

But lately, she found herself understanding the appeal of the game.

Three years ago, when she first met Phillip, she couldn't have imagined that this man, seemingly her polar opposite, would captivate her so entirely.

The alcohol was wearing off, and after expending so much energy, Tina felt a wave of laziness wash over her as she slumped against Phillip.

Her hair was a mess, half-damp from the night's escapades.

Phillip, ever so gently, shifted the lethargic Tina off him. Her groggy mind registered his movement, and she let out a lazy hum of protest, half-joking, "Leaving so soon?"

When Phillip returned, he was holding a hairdryer, "Come here."

Tina wrapped herself in the blanket, sitting up and moving closer, her feet dangling off the side of the bed, resting on Phillip's sneakers.

her hair out, and Phillip turned on the hairdryer. His fingers worked through her hair, the warm air soothing her scalp. The buzzing sound and the

couldn't stay

her toes as she playfully slid her

called off the engagement, Tina. This isn't exactly appropriate," Phillip's calm voice floated

taking a shower. And when I took the

betraying how much she

Phillip didn't argue.

her waist, lifting her back onto the bed before pressing down upon her, his face inches from hers, "What now?" "I'm not in the mood to play the good guy tonight," he said,

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notably absent, causing a stir among the upper management. The executive office was nearly trampled by concerned colleagues inquiring about the

whereabouts.

When will he

respond with variations of "I don't know," and "He'll

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