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?”

whiskey, Timothy's tone was lackadaisical. “We were, for four years until our divorce. My daughter had just turned one

penchant for changing several boyfriends on a

no way she was going to allow herself to become the

who claimed to be unattached wooed her. It was only when his wife came calling that she

industry. Hence, no men dared to make a fool

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

face became black as soot. She picked up her bag in anticipation of

dream son-in-law will be gone. Where will you find the money to support all the boyfriends you have if he were

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

down,” said

seat. “A wicked scoundrel like you doesn't deserve to

changing several boyfriends on a whim in

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