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.

Joy possibly guess what was on the mind of a capitalist like Austin? If she could,

it?" she probed

what it is,"

from Joy's stomach

other on her first day, only to be met with a fleeting look of unfamiliarity in

dejection stirred an irritation inside Joy, who muttered under her breath, "Such a

turned around, presenting her backside to him, "Go on then, even the score. I've got a pretty decent peach

in a mix of frustration

that supposed to mean?" she snapped, not

Let her think what she wants," thought

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

happened to

any dire consequences... Joy's

but I'm not miserable. I quite enjoy

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 thought she was