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.

of a capitalist like Austin? If she could, she'd have led a revolution

it?" she

exactly what it is," Austin

from Joy's stomach

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

feeling of dejection stirred an irritation inside Joy, who muttered under her breath, "Such a petty man, making a big deal out of a little butt

backside to him, "Go on then, even

a long pause, he sighed in a mix of frustration and resignation, "Joy, you

she snapped, not understanding

it. Let her think what she wants," thought

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

what happened

didn't exactly suffer any dire consequences... Joy's bluster fizzled out, "They lived a life of

disappoint, but I'm not miserable. I quite

evening, Joy lay curled up on her couch, flicking a lamp on and off. She couldn't quite figure Austin out. Sometimes she felt there might be something between them; other times, she