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.

- a move that would have his friends mocking him for

his butt, but he couldn't

Austin intended to play the long game with her, waiting for her to come around. Perhaps it was the vulnerability that

up, she was

to catch her, "Why are you staring at

beautiful woman around, right?" Austin teased, "Blinded

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

foreheads touched, noses rubbed, creating a tension that Joy

slightly, "Aren't you afraid

Joy pulled him closer by the

hesitated, but his

feeble. Her kiss broke

of self-control, his hands weaving into

was reckless, passionate, igniting a

breathing heavy and erratic. Just as she was about to touch him, Austin caught her hand and placed it

"Go ahead," he said.

Generous, Joy thought.

touch as if igniting sparks,

upwards, he unhooked her

much for generosity - he