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.

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, and then book a flight back to Capital City

she received

on a business trip, wait for me at

seemed she wouldn't get to see him before leaving after

big bro.

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

Tina confirmed the message several times, imagining Phillip typing those words with a straight face. She laughed so hard on the

in a Capital City

classic, with several

his phone and looked across the

Watson elders were

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

purpose, and Hamilton, with decades of experience, sensed Phillip had something important

was his troublesome daughter

"Tina was sick