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

Why, oh why?

Austin had never seen it coming. On his way to talk to her the next day, he stumbled upon a scene that left him speechless. There she was, messing around with a new guy at the office in the very same way she had toyed with Austin. She cheekily complimented the newcomer, saying, "Hey, you've got quite the peach, don't you?"

The new guy blushed a deep shade of red, while she chuckled like a mischievous rascal.

Upon seeing Austin, she acted as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened, maintaining the professional distance between boss and employee as if it were business as usual.

She had this unique style, constantly flipping between savvy and clueless, leaving Austin bewildered at her true intentions. Was she genuinely forgetful, or was it all an act to play innocent after getting what she wanted from him?

She seemed carefree, with her ultimate life goal being to strike it rich and surround herself with male models. To her, kissing guys or commenting on their butts seemed as casual as grabbing a coffee. "To be honest, I thought you were just messing with me," Austin confessed.

"I really don't remember!" Joy tried to swear her innocence, but Austin gently stopped her, "No need for promises, I believe you really forgot. You're an open book, incapable of hiding anything." Joy gave him a puzzled look, "Thanks, I guess."

She wasn't the brightest, but she wasn't entirely foolish either. "So, this whole flirting thing between us, it's not some sort of revenge, is it?"

"Do you think it is?" Austin countered.

guess what was on the mind of a capitalist like Austin? If she could, she'd have led a revolution in his place by

it?" she

what it

rose from Joy's stomach

time she'd been utterly smitten by Austin during her interview, calling out to him with a mix of excitement and warmth when they bumped into each other on her first day, only to be met with a fleeting look of unfamiliarity in his eyes. It dawned on her then that his sweet nothings during the interview were probably rehearsed lines he'd used on many

breath, "Such a petty man, making a big deal out of

off her desk, she turned around, presenting her backside to him, "Go on then, even

a mix of frustration

supposed to mean?" she snapped, not

it. Let her think what she

pinched her cheek, shaking his head, "Sometimes, you're an adorable dumb-dumb; but other times, I swear you're gonna be the end of me." Joy's ears perked up at the first part, "Excuse me? Do you know what happened to the last person who called

what happened to

scoundrel, didn't exactly suffer any dire consequences...

but I'm not miserable. I quite enjoy our little

on her couch, flicking a lamp on and off. She couldn't quite figure Austin out.