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?”

for four

callous kind with a penchant for changing several boyfriends on a whim in the same

going to allow herself to become the

only when his wife came calling that she found out that she had been played, so in response, she flat-out destroyed that male

of her handiwork were still being circulated within the industry. Hence, no men dared to make a

divorced? 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 I were to kiss you right here, and right

soot. She picked up her bag in

noticed her body language, he put a hand on the chair. “If 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

words caused

back down,” said Timothy

over it briefly, Charlotte plonked herself back onto her seat. “A wicked scoundrel like

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

so I think

snotched Timothy's phone owoy ond

merely smiled os though he wos indulging her little tontrums. When the grilled

talking to Mr. Benson just now, so I think I may want to call him again.” Timothy lifted his