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.

into her, his voice cold, "Being besties with your almost-fiancé, hooking up

you to get upset," she mumbled, tugging at his

upset, I promised I'd give you time," Phillip said, though his expression hardly softened, "What did you promise

or hide, Tina answered guiltily, "To give you an answer before getting engaged to

mind in turmoil, didn't expect to be caught off

stand with you," Phillip's tone faded as he

say

I'm just a means

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much time

to fulfill your

emotion in me."

know that's not true,"

you give me an

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

need him

have that I don't,

cornered by his relentless questioning, all her pent-up emotions breaking through. "He's not better than you in any way,

Phillip froze.