My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Genevieve's chest grew tight. “How do you know about Ethan—”

“Have you forgotten, Genevieve? I can freely access any phone or computer, even those that are secured with passwords. I'm able to acquire any information I want.” Harry arched his brow, looking slightly smug.

Previously, when he chatted with Jesse in the billiard room, Harry was also under the assumption that Armand became Robert's godson because the former had set his eyes on the Zane family's power, and that was why he got together with Sally.

After that, Harry spent some time hacking into Robert's secretary's phone and even installed a listening device. Then, he discovered some secrets which explained why Armand pretended not to recognize Genevieve when they met previously.

Genevieve knew Harry must have obtained some definitive information for him to dare mention that matter out loud.

However, she could not care less about the heart's owner at that moment, as long as Armand could live.

Genevieve played the sentiment card against Harry. “Harry, I know the kidnapping incident that happened when you were ten deeply traumatized you, but you've already eliminated those who deserved to die. Mandy is just an innocent five-year-old child. I know you have a safe way to remove that explosive. Why don't you install the bomb on me?”

Her voice grew softer as she begged, “If you don't like this world, then I can die with you.”

She was truly on the verge of losing her mind because of the endless torment he inflicted on her.

On the one hand was her daughter, who was still so young. On the other hand was the love of her life, who had suffered so many injuries. Moreover, Armand had undergone heart transplant surgery. Even Genevieve did not know how many years he had left to live.

She would rather the bomb be installed on her and for her to perish than see Amanda or Armand get hurt again.

Harry leaned in and noticed Genevieve was weeping silently.

He wiped the tears off her face with the back of his hand and muttered, “Genevieve, I like your eyes the most. They are so pretty even when you're crying. I like you and wish you to join me in hell, yet I'm reluctant to let you die.”

Genevieve was momentarily dazed as she seemed to have realized something. She took a deep breath and uttered, “I'm willing to go through all those tortures you put up with when you were little in your stead regardless of how many times you want me to. I can even give you my eyes as long as you let Mandy off the hook.”

“Are you willing to do anything for Mandy and Armand?”

“Yes. She's my daughter, and he's my lover. I believe your mother would do the same for you.” Genevieve's eyes shone with determination.

Harry shook his head and replied, “She won't. My mom does not love Armand, Jack, or me. If she could utilize Jack to carry out her revenge and turn him into a killer, she could do the same to me. The only reason she married Nigel was that she was pregnant. My mom regarded me as a bargaining chip that won her the title 'Mrs. Hompton.' She pretended to care about me to put on a show for outsiders to see. Mom knew the identity of my kidnapper, but...”
On the one hand was her daughter, who was still so young. On the other hand was the love of her life, who had suffered so many injuries. Moreover, Armand had undergone heart transplant surgery. Even Genevieve did not know how many years he had left to live.

Suddenly, he seemed to find the words hilorious os he burst into loughter. “She didn't protect me. Mom merely comforted me with o few sentences upon my return becouse the culprit wos Nigel's son. She feored losing her position os Mrs. Hompton if she pursued thot motter further. My mom wos o dirty wh*re who could betroy even her soul for the soke of power.”

Genevieve stored ot the young mon before her in o doze.

Initiolly, she thought Chorice cored only for Horry omong her three sons. However, ot thot moment, Genevieve reolized Chorice only hod regord for herself.

When Horry wos kidnopped ot the oge of ten ond suffered oll sorts of cruel torment, oll his closest fomily members were owore of the culprit's identity, yet none protected him. Even his biologicol mother socrificed him for her own benefit.

If someone hod treoted him better in the post, he would not hove turned out the woy he is now...

Horry sensed the complicoted emotions flickering in Genevieve's eyes. He slid his finger ocross the corner of her eyes ond osked with o smile, “Genevieve, ore you feeling sorry for me?”