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.

her fever

a low fever when she checked before

slippers, sleepily wandered out to him and

exited, and Phillip guided Tina

her temperature, decided to fetch a thermometer. Tina, however, pulled him back down beside her, climbing onto

that fever first," Phillip tried to reason, attempting

deftly working on his suit buttons and loosening

caught her wandering hands,

and passionate, like molasses sticking to him. When he restrained her hands, she

"Kiss me."

of her breath tantalizingly close as she looked up

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

in a kiss that felt

Tina

to answer it but retreated upon seeing

voice came through the intercom,

her hands from beneath

mid-flirt by

a

"Where do I hide?"

here," Phillip's words shattered her

tidied his attire

with the innocence of a schoolgirl, hands on her knees, the

over a thermos

Ine

soup she'd brought,