My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Johanna glanced in the direction of the voice and saw a young woman walking toward them. She was dressed in a black, long-sleeved sweater and flared jeans, which complemented her tall and slender figure.

She looked quite beautiful, but her pointy chin and the obvious signs of plastic surgery on her face were also quite noticeable.

“I knew it was you! There's no way I wouldn't recognize such a handsome ex-boyfriend!” said the woman as she walked over and casually wrapped her arm around Timothy's. It was a little hard to tell if she did it on purpose or if she was simply a very friendly person.

“Colton invited you out to have fun on New Year's Eve. Why didn't you come?” she asked Timothy.

After regaining his composure, Timothy brushed her arm off with a frown and distanced himself from her. “I'm a married man.”

Intimidated by his cold, stern gaze, she didn't dare reach her hand out a second time.

“You told us several times before that you were getting married, but we've never even met your wife. How would we know if you were being serious?” she protested with a pout.

Things were pretty messy in that circle of theirs, and Timothy wasn't all that close with them. There was no way he would ever introduce his wife and children to them.

“Well, you've seen it for yourself now,” Timothy said.

He had wanted to hold Johanna's hand, but chose not to do so when he saw her indifferent expression. Instead, he chose to just introduce her to the woman.

“This is my wife, Johanna.”

Upon hearing this, the woman named Xylia Tatum shifted her gaze toward Johanna. Suppressing the slight jealousy in her heart, she said with a smile, “Your taste is as impeccable as always, Timothy. Your wife is really beautiful!”

“May I ask what you do for a living, Mrs. Jensen?” she asked in an attempt to initiate a conversation with Johanna.

Johanna didn't want to entertain her at first, but she decided to respond out of courtesy since the woman knew Timothy. “Not much, really. I just run a design studio, that's all.”

Xylia's eyes lit up when she heard that. “What a coincidence! I'm an actress, and I always have to get in touch with various design studios before attending events. Could you please give me your business card, Mrs. Jensen? I'll reach out to you when I need your services in the future. I hope you won't mind that I'm just a small-time celebrity who may not be able to afford high-end designs, though.”

Realizing how cunning Xylia was, Johanna shot her a cold glance in response.

She was smart enough to shower me with compliments before making that request. If I refuse to give her my business card, then it would seem as though I'm discriminating her for being a small-time actress.

Recalling how Xylia had coquettishly walked right up to Timothy and wrapped her arm around his, Johanna was able to figure something out. “Have you two been dating for a long time?”

Timothy was just about to say something when Xylia immediately replied, “Not really. Our relationship only lasted a year. I went to the same high school and university as Timothy, but I was one grade below him. We met at the school's annual celebration.”

Timothy shot her a cold glance. “You didn't have to say that much.”

Xylia pretended not to notice the coldness in his gaze and shrugged innocently. “Your wife asked me a question, so I had to give her a clear answer. Otherwise, you could be in for a hard time later.”

Xylia then turned to Johanna and continued, “Please don't overthink things, Mrs. Jensen. Timothy and I may hang out often after our breakup, but we are just friends now.”

Suppressing the urge to scold her, Timothy dragged Xylia away from Johanna and said, “Would you mind staying away from us?”

“Hey, I just came to say hello! There's no need to treat me like this!” Xylia protested while rubbing her arm that was hurting from his tight grip.