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

Waking up in Phillip's bed the next morning, Tina found that he had already left for the office.

Stretching languidly, she rolled around in bed for a bit before grabbing her phone to call her best friend.

Her bestie had been up late rehearsing for a play and was groggy and grumpy from being woken up. Nonetheless, she perked up when Tina mentioned she had finally confronted Phillip.

"Ah, you slutty lovebirds!" she exclaimed, hitting her bed with excitement.

"Your tone sounds like you're congratulating us, so I'll let it slide."

Her friend teased, "Where did you get that from?"

As best friends do, she was worried for Tina. "How are you going to deal with your dad, though? Last time, Weston took the heat for you. He got the brunt of it, so your dad was a bit calmer by the time he got to you."

That reminded Tina of Weston, the unwitting scapegoat. "Right, where's Weston when you need him to take another beating out of the blue?"

Despite her jokes, Tina knew she had to face this challenge on her own.

dreaded what awaited her back home. Her father, Hamilton, might lock her up in her room again in a fit of anger. She planned to wait for Phillip to come home that evening, tell him about her plans,

afternoon, she received a message

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she wouldn't get to see him before leaving after

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was about to book her flight, Phillip responded: "Love you,

imagining Phillip typing those words with a straight face. She laughed so hard on the couch that she couldn't

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with decades of experience, sensed Phillip had something

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