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.

in the chilling wind, he came to realize

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

did like

had fallen for a woman who always seemed to be at odds

experience in love,

in surprise. "Holy smokes!

he quickly pretended

"Who hasn't done something they feel guilty

just about to grab some dinner. Join us if you haven't

coldly, "Don't get too cozy. We're not

fazed by his rudeness, chuckling instead. "I'd call

figured you wouldn't like prefer

would you would

address you?"

shot back.