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

Phillip's voice was as cold and deep as the night sky: "You might not even make it to your engagement. And if you do, well, let's talk about keeping my distance after you've put a ring on it." In their few meetings, Phillip had always come across to Alfred as someone who maintained a perfect balance in his interactions, a paragon of manners straight out of an etiquette guide. But today, Phillip's unyielding and aggressive stance caught Alfred off-guard: "You...?"

"If you have an issue, come to me, not her."

Phillip handed him a business card and, without another word, turned on his heel and disappeared into the night.

Alfred stood at the hotel entrance, business card in hand, a look of utter confusion on his face as he watched the silver-topped Maybach merge with the darkness. Tina and her best friend were glued to the floor-to-ceiling window of the executive suite, watching the car drive away before they finally breathed a sigh of relief. "What a showdown," her friend said, imagining the scene she hadn't witnessed. "How could you just come up here? Weren't you afraid they'd actually come to blows?" "Do you think Phillip looks like someone who would get into a fight?" Tina asked. "But he doesn't seem the type to argue much either. Hope Alfred didn't make him cry." Her friend gave her a look that said it all: "Hello?? The guy is a big shot in the finance world. Alfred's lucky if he doesn't get played."

Tina pondered for a moment: "Guess you're right."

Her friend: "You should be more worried about yourself. If Alfred complains to your dad, you're the one who's going to get it." Indeed, Alfred did call Hamilton, but pride kept him from admitting that Phillip had outmaneuvered him with just a few words. The next afternoon at five, Tina received a call from Hamilton.

"I've booked a table at a French restaurant. Go have dinner with Alfred and report back to me."

It was an order that couldn't be refused.

had no choice

today and had planned to

Remembering last night's dramatic

Tina decided

and lied on a whim:

can't have dinner with

who never interfered with her plans, simply

French restaurant was

tailcoat playing

the night before, had gone all out with

out in fact, dressed

was about to walk down the aisle. His hair was slicked back so heavily it looked likeat could

and left right then

her from