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?"

Joy sighed deeply, her hand holding the cheesecake while the other pitifully patted his shoulder. "Seeing me with

"Jealous? In

for so long. But now, your goddess, me, is taken. I'm out of

I'll throw the keys into the

stormed off, the roar of his

sports car disappear,

and humming

about unavoidable love fates.

grew brighter, but Devin's mood darkened by

a loss, unable to pinpoint

Curtis knew the reason.

understood that someone had to be the first to yield in a relationship. wasn't the arguments that scared him. It was