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

Clocking out, her colleague tidied up their desk and turned to Joy with an invitation, "Let's hit the road?"

Joy put on an act, "Oh shoot, just remembered I need to tweak something in my project. I'll head out after, you go on ahead." "Since when did you become such a go-getter?" her colleague asked, skepticism written all over their face before departing.

Joy pondered over that comment; indeed, her pattern of arriving late and leaving early had drastically reduced. Where she once would skip work at any chance, now she found herself more eager to start the day than Mia.

In the past, whenever Austin passed by her desk, she'd think: Bad vibes!

Now, catching a fleeting glance from Austin, she'd muse: Look at him, throwing me those flirtatious looks again.

Could this all be Austin's cunning plan?

Why else would he suddenly start flirting with her out of the blue?

Austin stayed back late at work. By the time he finished up, most of the office had already left. He shut down his computer, grabbed his jacket, then thought better of it and hung it back up.

Joy, slouched in her chair, was contemplating whether she'd unwittingly fallen for the capitalist trap of a handsome man, when a message popped up on her phone.

Austin texted, "Come in."

look, she stood up and walked towards Austin's office, pushing the door

desk, looked up at her,

So straightforward?

Joy thought, "Why not?"

plot, a scheme, or outright seduction, she'd figure

him, finding the posture awkward. The thought of sitting in his lap crossed her mind but she immediately dismissed it, wary of a

Austin stood up, effortlessly lifted her by the waist, and placed her on

wasn't overweight by any means, quite fit actually, and on a good day, you could even spot the

partake in

forever stuck at 90 pounds, Joy had

made her feel as light as

the silence of the night enveloping them. As Austin hesitated, Joy

gaze lingered on her for a moment before he

was

lifting heavy loads, more tomboyish than most men around. It was easy for people to overlook that she was, in fact, a woman. And a

been a knockout since childhood. You've met my best friend, right? If Stonebridge had a beauty ranking, she'd be first, and I'd be

Austin chuckled.