My Husband Is a Gary Stu

“However, Xavier is nothing compared to Jack. He is not businessman material at all, and he was easily tricked by your brother and Armand. I knew that you have a special place in Jack's heart. So, if you were to die, he would undoubtedly live a life of misery just like I have. Despite doing my best to have you killed, I never seem to succeed. Besides Jack's bodyguards, there were others protecting you in the dark.”

Genevieve vaguely recalled the time when she had been left in the wintry wasteland by the debtors and her phone call to Armand. Though he tried to keep her on the line, she had fainted from the cold and only remembered waking up in the hospital.

Was Armand the one who found me?

Genevieve's eyelashes quivered as she glared at Lilian. “Long ago, I went to the home of Mr. Wasco of Resonance Corporation to teach his daughter the violin. Were the rumors of me and him spread by you?”

remained flat. “No, but I did

going to steal her husband and her child away from her. Her pinning you at the edge of the cliff was your closest brush with death thus far. Even

a move against

debtors and her phone call to Armand. Though he tried to keep her on the line,

dilated as she hurled her cup of coffee toward Lilian in a fit of

hurled her cup of coffee toward Lilian in a fit

not avoid it. The hot liquid splashed onto her face and sweater upon

picked up a shard and pressed it against Lilian's fair neck, piercing her skin and drawing blood, but Lilian remained as

that Genevieve would slice her throat open, nor did she show any inclination