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

"Let's get one thing straight, you walked into that shot yourself. I'm not paying you a dime for it."

Phillip, ever the philanthropist, shrugged it off: "On the house."

The number of finance shows that had tried and failed to book him for an appearance was countless, and yet here he was, making a free cameo in her documentary.

Tina quipped, "Figures, Mr. Moneybags loves his charity work. Pouring all that cash into a documentary."

More than half of her crew were locals from Stonebridge, making Phillip's face as recognizable here as any A-list celebrity's.

Heads turned their way, but Phillip seemed unfazed by the attention, casually removing the pen Tina had tucked behind her ear. "How did you know?"

"I'm not an idiot," she retorted. "If I were that dumb, my scheming little sister would have run circles around me by now."

This opportunity was a golden ticket, the kind that would have her colleagues at the TV station walking the plank just to get a taste. And here it was, practically being spoon-fed to her. Grateful, Tina made herself comfortable on Phillip's lap as soon as they were in the car, playfully tugging at his tie and tracing circles on his chest.

"Trying to take advantage of me, huh?"

Phillip gently removed her hand, holding it in his. His voice was calm, "Try to behave when you're on your period."

He remembered that?

to squirm away, but Phillip caught her by the knees and kept her in

twinkled mischievously: "For all your high and mighty talk, you

she rested in his embrace, looking up at him with a radiant smile,

would take a saint to resist

saint, so he kissed

neck, savoring her lips

Phillip dropped her off

hadn't walked a few steps when she ran into someone coming out of the hotel's revolving glass

are you

been replying to my messages

Tina glanced back instinctively.

was still there, not

"I've been busy."

time out of my actual

when have you ever done

Don't act