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

Seeing the promise of a slice of cheesecake, she halted her flying kick, placing the cheesecake on the hood of the car before tearing into it with a fork.

"If you'd mentioned cheesecake earlier, we could've avoided all this fuss," she said, turning more amicable with every bite. "So, what do you want from me?"

Devin glanced at her, puzzled. "Is that thing really that good?" he asked, taking another fork. "Let me try a bite."

Austin was looking for Joy to discuss a project proposal. When he couldn't find her inside, a colleague mentioned that she had stepped out and someone was waiting for her.

Peering out the window, Austin saw two figures casually dining on cheesecake atop the hood of a Koenigsegg.

Joy was possessive of her food, but given that Devin had bought it, she allowed him a few bites. After that, her patience wore thin, and she snatched the cheesecake away. "Alright, that's enough. If you want more, go buy your own."

"You're so stingy," Devin tossed his fork into a nearby trash can, abruptly changing the subject. "So, have you two broken up yet?"

other pitifully patted his

scoffed, "Jealous?

look that said, 'No need to pretend. I understand,' "After all, you've been chasing after me for so long. But now, your goddess, me, is taken. I'm out of your league forever. If you can't get over it, maybe try some tea

within Devin. "Fine, keep your precious taillights locked. I'll throw the keys into the ocean, and don't come crying to me

of his engine

car disappear, Joy shook

and humming

about unavoidable love fates.

grew brighter, but Devin's mood darkened

unable to pinpoint the source of Devin's foul

Curtis knew the reason.

in a relationship. wasn't the arguments that scared him. It was the silence that followed without reconciliation.