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

In the evening, Joy slipped into a sleek black off-the-shoulder gown, reluctantly linking arms with Austin to be his date for the night.

Austin, not one to fuss over his appearance, usually sported a laid-back look with his shirt casually unbuttoned at the top. But tonight, he was all buttoned up and donned a tie, oozing a charm that was hard to ignore.

Upon their arrival at the cocktail party, Joy's gaze wandered, taking in the scene. She noticed that, although there were many stunning dates present, quite a few men were stag, without a female companion in sight.

Baffled, she leaned in and whispered, "Isn't it mandatory to bring a date? How come these guys didn't bring one?"

Austin whispered back, "I never said it was mandatory."

A wave of irritation washed over Joy as she glared at him. "If it's not mandatory, then why did you make me come with you?"

"Just because it's not a must, doesn't mean I can't bring a date," Austin retorted with a mock seriousness. "I'd feel less of myself seeing others with dates and me without one."

Joy was at a loss for words, managing only to mutter, "That's vain."

was that?" Austin

Joy replied,

business cocktail party was, as the name suggested, all about

with anyone and charm her

needed to say

drink when suddenly, a glass appeared in her hand. She turned to Austin, who seemed to enjoy playing the role of a silent benefactor, giving her a nod to

Joy was off grabbing some snacks, her spot

teased Austin, "Got a new girl?

the buffet, her silhouette hinting

nonchalantly

own staff now, huh? Didn't you

meanwhile, was demolishing a hefty portion of beef tartare and

good. Unable to speak, Joy

in lively banter about which dishes were hits and