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

Austin couldn't exactly pinpoint when he started falling for Joy. Maybe there was a spark from their very first encounter. The energetic junior from college was undeniably charming.

However, after she joined the company, there was this inexplicable distance between them. She was naturally sociable with everyone else, throwing around high-fives and brotherly nicknames like they were going out of style. Yet, around him, she acted as if she had seen a ghost.

She was a quick learner, though. Over time, she mastered the art of being overtly flattering to his face while badmouthing him behind his back.

Tucked behind her computer monitor was an oversized pink Enter key cushion, a trendy office stress-reliever at the time, with almost everyone owning one. But Joy's had a twist - a photo of Austin with crudely drawn eyebrows and a cartoonish mustache, resembling something out of a comic strip. The photo was battered from countless hits, a testament to its frequent use.

Austin was well aware of this.

He was curious if he'd been too tough on her, which might have made her dislike him.

As years passed and wealth accumulated, life became increasingly mundane. But Joy, true to her name, was a beacon of laughter and light.

She was fascinating.

Austin really loved her out-of-the-box thinking and how she always came up with creative ideas out of the blue, which often led to big "aha!" moments.

He also watched as she navigated through a cringe-worthy romance, attempting to knit a scarf with awkward stitches only to give up halfway through the relationship. Perhaps it was then that Austin realized his feelings for her, allowing her into his personal space, enduring her tirades, and even letting her get the upper hand.

But he never anticipated being just another fish in her sea.

After thirty years of life, he was played by his own employee.

planned to cut his losses, yet, here he was, posting gym selfies at midnight to get her attention - a move that would have his friends mocking him for years. He engaged in all sorts of follies

wanted to kiss him, even dared to grab his butt,

for her to come around. Perhaps it was the vulnerability that came with illness, but he didn't

she was met with Austin's

to catch her, "Why are you staring at me like

around, right?" Austin teased, "Blinded by your beauty, that's

knowing his smooth talk, Joy felt a flutter. Clearing her throat, she said, "Well, you're lucky. Not everyone gets to

creating a tension that Joy found hard to resist. She

pulled back slightly, "Aren't you afraid of

system is freakishly strong." Joy

hesitated, but his

Her kiss

shred of self-control, his hands weaving into her

was reckless, passionate,

to keep up, her breathing heavy and erratic. Just as she was about to touch him, Austin caught her

"Go ahead," he said.

Generous, Joy thought.

his touch as if igniting sparks,

upwards, he unhooked her

- he wanted