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.

at midnight to get her attention - a move that would have his friends mocking him for years. He engaged in all sorts of follies for her, including a flirtation that

kiss him, even dared to grab his butt, but he couldn't figure out

intended to play the long game with her, waiting for her to come around.

woke up, she was

Austin to catch her, "Why

the second most beautiful woman around, right?"

she said, "Well, you're lucky. Not everyone gets

that Joy found hard to resist. She leaned

back slightly, "Aren't you afraid of

freakishly strong." Joy pulled him closer by the

hesitated, but

feeble. Her

shred of self-control, his hands weaving into her hair, pulling

was reckless, passionate, igniting a

her breathing heavy and erratic. Just

"Go ahead," he said.

Generous, Joy thought.

slipped under her shirt, his touch as if

upwards, he unhooked her

- he wanted