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

When Curtis returned from his meeting, Devin had already taken off.

As the evening lights twinkled, Devin wandered to the base of Lyle Advertising Agency. After standing in the brightly lit office building for twenty minutes, the chilly breeze nipping at his neck, Devin couldn't help but think he must be out of his mind to have a thing for Joy, of all people.

Just then, Joy emerged from the building, arm in arm with Austin. Their fingers intertwined, they strolled with a sway, like kids goofing around on the playground. Joy was grinning ear to ear, her steps so buoyant that it was as if she had springs in her shoes.

Suddenly, without any warning, she grabbed Austin and kissed his cheek.

Playing along perfectly, Austin paused just long enough for her lips to land before continuing their walk hand in hand.

'What's so funny?' Devin thought, irked by their display of affection.

A surge of irritation washed over him, and he felt the urge to dash across the street and give Austin a piece of his mind or fists. There was no bad blood between them. Austin had never wronged him.

It dawned on Devin that his desire to throw a punch wasn't about Austin. It was about wanting to be in his place.

realize that what he felt for Austin wasn't hatred, but

her mouth wasn't just good for arguing and bickering with him. She could be jumping not to choke you but to kiss

did like

at

who had zero experience

by a dimly lit bus stop, Joy finally noticed him when she gote close, jumping back in surprise. "Holy smokes!

so he quickly pretended

Joy retorted. "Who hasn't done

just about to grab some dinner. Join

replied coldly, "Don't get

his rudeness, chuckling instead.

you wouldn't

How would

address you?"

back. "How