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

Joy could never quite figure out how to handle Austin, her boss. It was like walking on eggshells - or more accurately, like trying to grill the perfect hamburger for a man who only ever criticizes your cooking. One occasion, right in front of everyone, he demanded, "Grill me a couple of beef patties, will ya?"

Joy, in a subtle act of rebellion, deliberately overcooked his burger until it was more char than beef. Austin took one bite, discarded the rest, and without missing a beat, swiped the perfectly grilled patty off her plate.

Then there were the times he'd summon her to his office for a 'chat' that felt more like being put in the stocks in the town square.

Joy seethed with anger but kept her mouth shut.

Her only solace was in privately conducting little 'hexing ceremonies' behind his back.

Once, the team leader stumbled upon her mid-curse and gently suggested, "Isn't cursing the boss a bit... harsh?"

Joy defended herself, "It's not like it's going to come true. If there were any justice in this world, I'd be rich by now and wouldn't have to put up with his nonsense."

The team leader, perplexed, asked, "Then why bother?"

"You don't get it," Joy retorted, "It's my way to blow off steam after being run ragged. Can't I have that?"

but hastily declined when Joy jokingly invited him

up with her on a

the break room. Inhaling the aroma, she clasped her hands and whispered a sarcastic prayer, "Oh, may I dine on four square meals a day, with a balanced diet of meat and veggies. And let Austin find himself alone, without love or, heaven forbid, a sex life, for this and all his future lives.

happened to pass by, catching

chuckled, "Your employee sure has some pretty unique

forced a smile, quickly steering the client away, "Let me

ghost returning to her desk, realized she'd have to be

Austin returned, he

away, pretending not to notice

he finally

his

drifting over

that how you churn

wished

without another word on

left fretting, wondering if this was the calm before the storm. With the end of the year approaching, she feared the worst. Would he use some petty excuse to fire her? Or worse, would this affect her

her ground and when to play it smart. She decided to make peace, bringing coffee and pastries to Austin's office