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

During the two-hour flight, Tina stared out the airplane window into the pitch-dark clouds, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts that never ceased.

It seemed the pilot sensed her urgency, arriving at Capital City Airport ahead of schedule.

No sooner had the plane come to a stop than Tina was making her way to the exit, striding through the cabin door, passing the flight attendant in her purple uniform who was wishing passengers a pleasant journey from the open cabin door.

Tina's brisk pace halted abruptly, her peripheral vision catching sight of Phillip's private jet through the glass of the jet bridge.

The tarmac was shrouded in darkness, yet somehow, perhaps through some telepathic connection, she spotted Phillip's tall figure crossing the tarmac and ascending the steps to his jet. Tina instinctively opened her mouth to call out to him, before realizing he was too far away.

She broke into a sprint, startling an elderly man in her path, apologizing with a quick, "Sorry!" as she dashed around a corner and out of sight.

She raced through the jet bridge, sprinted across the seemingly boundless expanse of the airport terminal, yet the private hangar was too far; by the time she got there, the plane might already have taken off. Exhausted, Tina stopped to fish her phone out of her pocket.

This was crazy.

She dialed Phillip, who answered after a few rings. Before he could speak, Tina blurted out, "Wait for me."

Phillip quickly caught on, "You're at the airport?"

"I just got off my flight, almost missed you."

Having stated the obvious, Tina suddenly felt the gravity of her words.

She had, indeed, almost missed Phillip.

Phillip promised to wait, and Tina continued to jog. Expecting to find Phillip on his plane, she was instead greeted by his familiar figure standing alone on the vast tarmac.

Under the deep night sky, his mere presence conveyed a serene and solid strength.

Tina ran toward him, momentum unbroken, and threw herself into his arms.

Phillip caught her firmly, enveloping her in his embrace.

"Why are you back so soon? Weren't you supposed to come back tomorrow?" he asked.

"I wanted to see you," Tina lifted her head from his chest, "You went to see my dad, and you also visited the Lewis family, didn't you? Why didn't you tell me?"

Phillip had indeed met with many in

Capital City that day, and it was only a matter of time before Tina heard about it. He had planned to share the details with her upon his return.

"I could report back to you just the same."

But Tina didn't want Phillip to face her father's wrath alone.

It was a mistake made together; how could she stay behind, letting him face the music alone?

"This isn't just about you; you should've taken me with you."

"I'll handle the trouble I caused. If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't have to deal with any of this," Phillip wiped the sweat from her face, "Being with me won't be your burden." SPublished by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

"Did my dad hit you? He doesn't hold back," Tina tried to check for any signs of injury, but his suit was impeccable, revealing nothing. Phillip caught her wrist, "He didn't lay a hand on me. It's all settled."

He downplayed the incident, not mentioning the furious punch thrown by Alfred's elder brother at the Lewis residence.

"Your grandparents really dote on you, your dad and the Lewis family have agreed; no one will trouble you over this anymore."

Tina felt a warmth in her nose, words failing to capture the surge of emotions within her.

She wrapped her arms around Phillip's neck, clinging to him, "Phillip, how are you so wonderful?"

A flight attendant emerged, reminding them that the tower had cleared them for takeoff.

Phillip nodded, still holding Tina close, "Should I arrange for someone to take you home?"

It was a significant matter; Tina ought to face her elders in person.

"No," she resisted, jumping into his arms, Phillip steadying her with his hands. Holding onto his neck, she was incredibly clingy.

"I'm coming with you tonight, and I'll return tomorrow."

The back and forth didn't bother her; at that moment, she couldn't stand to be apart from Phillip.

Phillip carried her onto the plane, the cabin lights casting a warm, inviting glow. The flight attendant looked their way, but Phillip, unfazed, and Tina, even less concerned, simply turned to the attendant and said, "We won't be needing any service today; you can take off."

The attendant paused, then looked to Phillip for confirmation. He glanced at Tina and said, "Go ahead."