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

Strangers still had the potential to admire and like each other.

Planning a wedding required the involvement of a female elder in the family, and while Tina's stepmom did what she should do, she wasn't as invested as Jennifer.

Once they set the wedding date and finalized the guest lists from both sides, all left was to wait for the custom invitations to be ready for dispatch.

On the day Tina's stepmom was heading back to the Capital City, she took on the tone of an elder before she left, advising Tina, "Back home, you're doted on by your dad and your grandparents. But once you're married, you should learn to temper your attitude. Your marriage to Phillip isn't just about the two of you. It concerns the partnership between our families. Don't be too headstrong."

Tina was having none of it, retorting sarcastically, "My mom passed away, but my dad didn't. Since when is it your place to lecture me?"

Her stepmom's face turned a shade paler with embarrassment. "I wasn't trying to lecture you, just offering some advice. Focus on the bigger picture, or with your temperament, you'll have a hard time ahead." "You're one to talk about ruining families. Have you forgotten your past? Now, you dare to lecture me on focusing on the bigger picture? Go back and ensure your daughter doesn't end up like you, a homewrecker."

With those words, Tina slammed the car door in her face, leaving with a loud thud, and walked away.

The wedding dress was designed by a renowned international designer, with everything proceeding smoothly according to Tina's plans.

Weston had just returned from Japan, and Tina's best friend had come from Capital City. They had been as close as siblings since childhood.

Though Weston always protested the comparison, any objections were swiftly shut down with, "If you don't want to be besties, leave us."

Joining them for drinks at a bar, Tina got a message from Phillip asking where she was. She texted back the address, suggesting he send a driver to pick her up later.

Weston noticed her fidgeting with her phone. "Biting your nails again?"

Then, through her thick glasses, her best friend spotted the issue, grabbing Tina's hand. "Oh my god, what happened?"

"Probably just the period. Hormones

are acting up." Tina had trimmed the bitten Rails, but there wasn't much left to trim. The evidence was still noticeable.

"Just tear them off at this point," she joked.

Her friend was horrified. "That's not the solution."Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

Weston frowned. "You're not having a relapse, are you?"

"No, I'm fine every day. No relapse," Tina denied without hesitation, "Just a bit anxious with the wedding planning."

"What's there to be anxious about

underMarried?" Weston didn't

"What's with all these

complications with you women?"

Her friend snapped back at him. "Ever heard of tact?"

Turning to Tina, she asked, "Sweetie, are you having cold feet?"

"Cold feet?" Tina couldn't pinpoint why, but as the wedding day approached, it felt like a dark void had opened up within her. "Maybe."

Her friend wrapped an arm around her, comforting her, "Oh, honey, don't be so pessimistic. Whether getting married isn't scary depends on who you're marrying. Phillip is a great guy, way more reliable than your dad Plus, hasn't he agreed to all your conditions?"

The attempt at being a spirit guide was a miss, not helping at all, and if anything, it made Tina feel worse.

"Thanks, but that didn't help much."