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

Caught off guard and slightly agitated, she was about to collect her thoughts when her phone pinged with a message. Phillip: "Come over here."

What, having a secret rendezvous right under Alfred's nose?

Tina glanced at the message and promptly flipped her phone screen down on the table.

Another notification sounded.

"Or should I come over to ask?"

Even though Phillip usually appeared so composed, his threats carried a surprisingly domineering tone.

"I'm going to the restroom," Tina said, grabbing her phone and standing up.

Turning the corner, the illuminated signs for the men's and women's restrooms were clearly visible, but there was no sign of Phillip. As she looked around, someone grabbed her wrist and pulled her into a nearby janitor's closet.

The door slammed shut behind them, the cramped space filled with shelves and various cleaning supplies, barely enough room for two people to turn around.

The harsh fluorescent light cast stark shadows on Phillip's face, his expression unreadable.

"Is he your bestie?" he demanded, his tone accusatory.

"Is there a problem with that?" Tina retorted.

voice cold, "Being besties with your almost-fiancé, hooking up with your ex-fiancé, you're playing quite the field."

to get upset," she mumbled, tugging at his sleeve, "Don't be

Phillip said, though his expression hardly softened,

or hide, Tina answered guiltily, "To give you

in turmoil, didn't expect

want to know where I stand with you," Phillip's tone

say no,

just a means

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too much time

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emotion in me."

that's not

why can't you give

him. Tina tried to push his hand away, but his grip on her chin tightened. "I've told you, whatever Alfred can

don't need

"What does he have that I don't, making it so hard for you to

her pent-up emotions breaking through. "He's not better than you in any way, but I

Phillip froze.