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

"Look, if you don't want to marry the guy, just don't." Weston couldn't stand seeing her like that. The once carefree and spirited woman was biting her nails over wedding jitters.

She used to love hitting the road and exploring mountains and seas, but at the moment, she was all tied up in these mundane societal expectations.

"Since you're just settling for anyone, why not settle with me?" Weston suggested, "It's just a marriage of convenience. Let's tie the knot."

To Tina, that was hardly an option.

"Have you been drinking too much of that weird craft beer or something? Your brain's gone fuzzy."

"What's the problem? I think it's a great idea. We know each other inside out. There's no need for any backstabbing or scheming. After we're married, you can go wherever you want. I won't mind. And it'll save me from my folks trying to hook me up with strangers. The thought of lying in bed with someone I barely know and starting a family is just horrifying."

The more Weston talked about it, the more feasible it seemed. "If we find our true loves, we can get a smooth divorce. If not, we'll stick it out together."

"Come off it. I don't want to 'stick it out' with you?" Tina rolled her eyes, unamused. "You've got more besties than I can count. Who knows. One day, you might spring a surprise kid on me."

"We're practically family, and what's mine is yours. Any kid of mine would be like your own. There's no such thing as illegitimate in our case. That'd be our kid, born from my wild adventures."

Tina huffed, "Drunk much? Go splash some water on your face and sober up."

got serious again. "Seriously, you

to call it off," Tina's friend complained. "She and Phillip have been engaged for nearly three years. The

wedding would mean

clicked his tongue, sighing. "It's crazy, right? We can't even choose who we marry. And we'll have to be stuck with someone we don't like for decades. No wonder so many people

look. "Teeny's in love with him now. Their marriage is meant to

actually in love with

her cocktail, admitting,

blunt," Weston said, "You're in love with Phillip, but does he

like tiny, invisible needles, bursting some dreamy

in her mouth as if something had spoiled, but Tina couldn't pinpoint what

friend got so angry

table. "How can

Phillip didn't love her, why would he be all lovey-dovey, kissing and

ladies are naive. A man's desire and

the

Tina's mouth, looking pained.

you're his

he sleeps