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

The engagement cancellation thoroughly infuriated Hamilton, and Tina lost any semblance of freedom.

Though her confinement was over, Hamilton had taken her passport and ID away. Without those, one was practically immobilized. So, she had no choice but to stay put in Capital City.

One day, driven stir-crazy, she took her sports car and headed south, but before she could even merge onto the highway, Hamilton's people caught up with her and dragged her back. After that, her driver's license was confiscated, too.

All her credit cards got frozen. Going out for a meal depended entirely on a rotation of friends picking up the tab.

To prevent anyone from secretly helping her escape, her best friend had also come under tight surveillance at home.

Having suggested to his father that he could marry Tina to resolve the issue internally, Weston, seen as the prime instigator of the broken engagement, received a thrashing, his belt splitting from the force. When the three troubled friends met up, they all sighed in unison.

Pointing to his bruises, Weston said, "Look at what I went through for you."

Tina just replied, "Serves you right."

"Your dad's already looking for another match for you," Tina's best friend mentioned. "What is his name?"

"I didn't bother to remember," Tina slumped in her chair, staring at the ceiling listlessly, "Something like... Meatball Mike."

searched on her phone. "His name

because you're eating way too much at home? It hasn't been long since the breakup, and he's

any longer, I won't fetch a good price," Tina said sarcastically. Though Hamilton had always been autocratic, he hadn't neglected

her friend said, looking at his photo, "isn't as

can

more handsome than

good looks

her friend asked Tina, "What do you think?" "Whatever," Tina said, indifferent to anyone but

topic dampened

friend quickly changed

an exhibition

doubted, "She hasn't had an exhibition in nearly a

would I lie to you?" Tina's friend showed her the gallery's official announcement, "Next weekend. Are we

showed some

the lunch break, the secretary came in to deliver some documents and noticed that the lunch brought in half an hour

of folders on the upper

desk. "Mr.