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

Tina was sprawled on her bed, gossiping on the phone with her best friend, spilling the latest on her tangled affair with Phillip.

Her friend teased, "Aren't you about to get engaged to Alfred? What's all this mess about?"

Tina was at a loss herself.

Phillip always had a way of unsettling her, inch by inch prying into the steadfast foundations of her heart.

"It's like having a lover, I guess," she declared brazenly. "After all, marriage is pretty much about doing your own thing, right? Might as well have my fun with Phillip."

Her friend gave her a virtual thumbs-up. "Making Phillip your lover? Girl, you really dare to dream."

Tina buried her face in her pillow. "But I really like him, what can I do?"

Phillip had just stepped out of the conference room when his assistant handed him his phone: "Your mother's calling."

Without breaking stride, he answered, knowing Jennifer wouldn't be wordy. She cut straight to the chase, "Heard from Penelope she saw you and Tina at the hospital this morning. What's that about?" "She fell into the water, caught a bit of a cold," Phillip replied.

Jennifer was curious about when they had reconnected but hearing someone approach him for business, she held back.

"Go on with your work; I'll have some chicken soup sent over to help her recover."

After hanging up, Phillip dove back into work, his afternoon split into endless halves of busyness.

Tina, after taking her cold medicine, dozed off for most of the afternoon. Waking up, she heard voices in the distance.

Phillip was back, inquiring about her condition from the housekeeper in the living room.

"She spent the afternoon in the study, and then took a nap. Hasn't woken up yet," the housekeeper said.

fever break?" Phillip

low fever when she checked

Tina, in her pajamas and slippers, sleepily wandered out to him and wrapped her

housekeeper discreetly exited, and Phillip guided Tina to the couch, checking

but Phillip, concerned about her temperature, decided to fetch a thermometer. Tina, however, pulled him back down beside her,

Phillip tried to reason, attempting to disentangle from her

deftly working on his

her wandering hands, "Stop

fuel her boldness, making her clingy and passionate, like molasses sticking to him. When he restrained her hands, she leaned in

"Kiss me."

warmth of her breath tantalizingly close as she

knew exactly how to entice him, playing the seductress despite it being her first love, making even a composed man like Phillip utterly

gave in, embracing her in a kiss that felt all too right in

the doorbell rang, Tina reluctantly

hearing the bell, was about to answer it but retreated upon seeing

voice came through the

pulling her hands from

idea of being caught mid-flirt by his mother was

aside, as Tina, like a mistress being

"Where do I hide?"

you're here," Phillip's words

attire

entered, Tina sat on the couch with the innocence of a schoolgirl, hands on her

handed over

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soup she'd brought,