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

Joy Campbell had been utterly bamboozled, and the grand architect of her deception was none other than Austin, whose demeanor during the interview had been nothing short of a breath of fresh spring air, all charm and grace.

Unlike her colleague Leanne, who was sensitive and quiet, Joy was a natural-born showstopper. She could carry the weight of an entire conversation on her shoulders, leaving panels of interviewers in stitches with her wit.

After the other interviewers had their turn, Austin, seated at the center, glanced over her resume. "Graduated from the School of Communication at Stonebridge University?"

Catching his gaze, she saw him smile. "I'm four years your senior from the same school. I graduated the year you started. Hopefully, we won't miss out on working together this time."

Back then, fresh out of college, Joy still had a hint of naivety about her, easily swayed by his smooth talk into a flutter of excitement.

Partially swayed by looks, she chose Austin's dashing presence over offers from a tech giant and a renowned advertising agency.

It wasn't until she started working that Joy realized he didn't remember her at all.

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