My Husband Is a Gary Stu

After he had chatted awhile with Jiminy, Timothy handed the phone back to Charlotte.

Inadvertently, he spotted Johanna chatting with Genevieve about something that got her so tickled that she laughed until her shoulders shook. She looked so cheerful that it was as though she did not care that he was seeing someone new.

Timothy suddenly felt miffed, angry even, so much so that it got him gnashing his teeth.

Charlotte was a little baffled by the way Timothy kept looking over toward Genevieve's table. “What are you staring at them for? You didn't even want to go over to them when I asked you to a moment ago.”

“Wait. Don't tell me...” What she thought had her glaring at Timothy in astonishment.

“No,” Timothy batted down whatever presupposition she might have had.

When the waiter served up the whiskey, he lifted the glass and took a sip from it. Swallowing it down, he used that astringency to dull some of the feelings of frustration that he felt inside.

Regarding Johanna's bright and beautiful smile, Timothy said, dourly, “Johanna's my ex-wife.”

“Huh?” Charlotte was stunned. “The two of you were married?”

tone was lackadaisical. “We were, for four years until our divorce. My daughter

on a whim

was going to allow herself to become the floozy in anybody else's

unattached wooed her. It was only when his wife came calling that she found out that she had

within the industry. Hence, no men dared to make a fool of her

Besides, I'm not the one who is raising our daughter.” Casting an eye at that woman, Timothy added blandly, “My ex-wife wouldn't so much as bat an eyelid even if

as soot. She picked up her bag in

you walk away now, your father's dream son-in-law will be gone. Where will you find the money to support all the boyfriends you have

out the swear words caused Charlotte's pretty face to look a little

back down,” said Timothy

mulling over it briefly, Charlotte plonked herself back onto her seat. “A wicked scoundrel like you doesn't deserve to have a wife and kid. So,

for changing several boyfriends on a whim in the same month sometimes,

talking to Mr. Benson just now, so I think I may want to call

snotched Timothy's phone owoy

port, he merely smiled os though he wos indulging her little tontrums. When the grilled mushroom wos served, he corefully cut it up before sending it into her

so I think I may want to call him again.”