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

Joy's social media was a bustling digital metropolis, home to over a thousand connections, sprinkled generously with the kind of good-looking guys she'd meet in the most random of places. So, stumbling upor a shirtless selfie late at night was more routine than revelation for her. She zoomed in on the picture, savoring the sight of perfectly sculpted muscles with the kind of glee reserved for a midnight snack of guilty pleasures.

The photo was a departure from the usual gym-bred, protein-shake-fueled physiques she was accustomed to ogling. This was not the soft, swollen kind of muscle that seemed almost artificial. The man in the picture boasted a healthy tan, his muscles defined yet natural, exuding a raw, untamed vibe that hinted at power and aggression. In short, it was tantalizing.

But the mystery man was playing coy, revealing just enough to entice but not satisfy, a move that only added to the allure of the image.

"Divine," Joy thought to herself, spending a good three minutes admiring the photo before reluctantly hitting the like button and leaving a comment that read, "I'm drooling here.."

Continuing her late-night scroll, she was soon interrupted by a private message. The sender's handle, "Rogue Austin," baffled her for a moment.

Rogue Austin texted, "Then wipe it off."

Joy was puzzled at first.

Joy replied, "?"

Rogue Austin echoed, "?"

Joy continued, "??"

Rogue Austin replied, "??"

finding the

abs belonged to Austin. Her shock was matched only

would've guessed he had it in

said, "Isn't it a bit much to be posting this kind of thing

a screenshot of her earlier

much to be commenting this kind of thing in the middle

off guard,

avoid office embarrassment. Yet she wondered, wasn't Austin worried about shattering his professional image with such

I

you hadn't. So, really, it's on you! What kind of respectable

"Why do I need

single and never brought dates to company events, Joy figured