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

Devin was the youngest in the Perez family, the apple of Hubert's eye since day one. With siblings who were high achievers, his parents had modest expectations of him, which was to stay out of trouble, and they were content.

They didn't push him to make something of himself or to carry on the family name, so they were in no rush to marry him off, either.

Whenever anyone asked, "Isn't Devin over twenty? Why hasn't he got a girlfriend yet? Don't you want to set him up with someone?" Devin's mom would wave off the concern. "That boy's still wet behind the ears. Let's not curse some poor girl with him just yet."

Devin was a late bloomer, hitting twenty-four without a date. His friends ribbed him, but Devin would snort in response, "What's the point? I'd rather spend my time leveling up in video games."

He faced no pressure from the family and had no self-motivation, but as the cherished young master of the Perez family, women seeking to climb the social ladder often threw themselves at him. Unfortunately for them, Devin was as interested in them as a cat in taking a bath. Even the most beautiful woman couldn't compete with his love for model building.

Joy initially irritated Devin. She was loud, brash, and seemed to have a particular vendetta against his circle, especially Curtis, often hurling insults their way.

Joy had a knack for getting under his skin like no one else. Growing up, Devin was used to getting his way, but with Joy, he found himself on the back foot more often than not.

it weren't for Leanne treating Joy like a gem, Devin

ruse to get Leanne to attend his birthday party. If not for Curtis'

her? That

knew Austin wasn't a good guy. With his playboy looks, Devin was sure Austin was up to no good.

had seen his

the surface but scheming underneath, preying on women with sweet nothings. Only someone

He didn't want Joy to fall for a guy like Austin. Otherwise, he couldn't care

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