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.

wind, he came to realize

that her mouth wasn't just good for arguing and bickering with him. She could

he did like

at odds with him, and she

who had zero experience

close, jumping back in surprise. "Holy smokes! Are you trying to give me a heart attack standing there

quickly pretended he was

Joy retorted. "Who hasn't done something they feel

warmly, "we were just about to grab some dinner.

get too

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

figured you wouldn't like prefer

How would

address you?"

back. "How about