My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Chapter 109 Marilyn Miscarried

In a few strides, she walked up to Marilyn. “Don’t you think you’re the one who’s actually lowly, Ms. Wood? You were the one who abandoned Mando to marry Mr. Samuel but regretted your decision afterward. Since Mando still has feelings for you, you want to get back together with him again.”

Upon hearing what Genevieve said, Marilyn knew it must be Harriet who told her that.

“Shut up!” Marilyn chided.

Genevieve smiled. “What is it? Are you frustrated that I revealed your dirty little secret? You don’t love him, nor were you young and naive. All you enjoyed was the high of being sought after by powerful and influential men.” Genevieve bent down to check on Marilyn, who was overwrought with shame.

“I said, shut up!” Marilyn’s face fell in an instant before raising her hand in an attempt to slap Genevieve, who, of course, wouldn’t just stand idly and allow herself to be slapped.

As Marilyn’s arm approached, Genevieve grabbed her wrist firmly. “You’ve already gained enough out of this, Ms. Wood. Don’t be greedy, lest you lose more than you gain.”

After saying that, she cast Marilyn’s arm away before turning around to head to the stairs, leaving Marilyn rooted to her spot with a solemn look in her eyes.

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had to suffer for even a bit, whereas Genevieve, who stood before her, had nothing. How dare she act so arrogantly

in the ground-floor living room. Upon seeing Genevieve come

to have, Mdm. Genevieve?” asked one

about time for lunch, Genevieve asked them for some oatmeal that could last

left for work in the company early that morning, while Harriet had brought Samantha to Derport Church after receiving news that Raymond, the pastor, would be returning to the church that

the house were Marilyn, herself, and the

questions, another housekeeper working outside

brought the bowl to the kitchen on her own, seeing that no other housekeeper

next to the kitchen to pour herself some soda water. Because

until she turned around with her glass in her hand that she realized Marilyn was standing behind her, staring at her with a gloomy look in

didn’t even notice Marilyn was holding a kettle. Just when she was about to speak, Marilyn raised her hand and tilted

still water vapor coming out of the

back instinctively while trying to move away from Marilyn, but the latter had closed in on her and poured the