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.

fit of anger. She planned to

she received a message from

on a business trip, wait for

get to see him

big bro. Love you,

her flight, Phillip responded: "Love you, muah

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

a Capital City

classic, with several famous paintings on the

phone and looked across the table

Watson

utmost respect. Each visit to Capital City included a courtesy call to them, his

usually had a purpose, and Hamilton, with decades of experience, sensed Phillip

was his troublesome daughter causing more

maintaining a charitable demeanor "Tina was