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, "??"

a loss, finding the

Her shock was matched only by her intrigue as she zoomed in on the photo once more, her fingers

guessed he had it in

"Isn't it a bit much to be posting this

was a screenshot

this kind of thing in

guard,

to avoid office embarrassment. Yet she wondered, wasn't Austin worried about shattering his

I

posted first. I wouldn't have commented if you hadn't. So, really,

do I need to be

dates to company events, Joy figured a little