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 open with a cool demeanor, "You wanted to

seated behind his desk, looked up at her,

So straightforward?

Joy thought, "Why not?"

a plot, a scheme, or outright

down towards him, finding the posture awkward. The thought of sitting

right position, Austin stood up, effortlessly

quite fit actually, and on a good

she didn't partake in

who seemed forever stuck at 90 pounds, Joy had always

feel as light as a

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

on her for a moment before he spoke,

was

men around. It was

been a knockout since childhood. You've met my best friend, right? If

Austin chuckled.