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?”

another mouthful of whiskey, Timothy's tone was lackadaisical. “We were, for four years until our divorce. My

for changing several boyfriends on a

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 been played, so

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

I am 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

became black as soot. She picked up

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

Jensen!” Bringing out the swear words caused Charlotte's pretty face to look

down,” said Timothy

Charlotte plonked herself back onto her seat. “A wicked scoundrel like you doesn't

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

think I may want to call him again.” Timothy lifted his

Timothy's phone owoy

the grilled mushroom wos served, he corefully cut it up before sending it

wasn't done talking to Mr. Benson just now, so I think I may want to call him again.”