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."

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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?"

At his question, Joy sighed deeply, her hand holding the cheesecake while the other pitifully patted his shoulder. "Seeing me with him must have driven you crazy with jealousy, huh?"

Devin scoffed, "Jealous? In your dreams."

Joy gave him a 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 to calm your nerves, okay?"

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

With that, he stormed off, the roar of his engine echoing behind him as he sped away.

Watching the sports car disappear, Joy shook her head, cuddling

cake and humming a t

about unavoidable love fates.

As summer approached, the weather in Stonebridge grew brighter, but Devin's mood darkened by the day.

His friends were at a loss, unable to pinpoint the source of Devin's foul mood.

Curtis knew the reason.

Though he doubted the compatibility of the two stubborn heads, he understood that someone had to be the first to yield in a relationship. wasn't the arguments that scared him. It was the silence that followed without reconciliation. But neither Devin nor Joy were the types to back down.

Yet, Curtis saw no reason why Devin's newfound affection should be dead in the bud, especially not in the prime of his youth.

Curtis advised him, "That thing under your nose is for talking. If you like her, tell her."

"How could possibly like her?"

Devin crossed his armist's

denying it instantly as if a moment's hesitation would convict him. "Who could ever fall for such an idiot?"

Curtis raised an eyebrow. "I didn't mention any names. Who exactly did you think of?" Devin froze, caught off guard.

Patting him on the back, Curtis added, "I've got a meeting. Take your time to think it over."