My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Johanna moved closer and gently hugged Timothy. However, Timothy reached out and held her tightly in return.
Once Timothy let go, Johanna took off her wedding ring. She had always worn it, so the ring left a faint mark on her finger.
She placed the ring on the table.
Seeing the toys on the crawling mat, Johanna thought of Asel, who was sound asleep upstairs. That was the child she had
carried for ten months, her most beloved child.
She wanted to take Asel with her, but she couldn't.
She couldn't hold Asel, couldn't kiss her. Every time she saw Asel, she would be reminded of her other child, and the despair
welling up from the bottom of her heart threatened to drown her.
Johanna pursed her lips, whispering, “Let Asel stay with you. If one day you get a girlfriend—”
“Johanna, I only agreed for us to live separately. I didn't agree to a divorce,” Timothy interrupted her.
Johanna said helplessly, “Let's not play word games.”
“I'm not playing word games with you,” Timothy rubbed his temples, speaking calmly to Johanna. “It's fine if you want to live your
own life, but divorce is not an option. The law stipulates that it's not recommended for parents to divorce when their child is under
two years old. Before, you kept ignoring Asel, not holding her. She was very upset, thinking that her mother didn't like her
anymore. Later on, Asel didn't even dare to get close to you.”
Johanna remained silent, her eyes cast down.
Timothy spoke again. “You've recovered now. Asel was overjoyed because you accompanied her out to play today. How do you
expect me to tell her we're divorced, that you don't want her anymore?”
“I'm not abandoning her,” Johanna said, “I just can't afford to take care of Asel.”

“Since you love Asel, we shouldn't divorce...” He glanced at the wedding ring on the table before resting his gaze on Johanna's
face.
He said softly, “Johanna, I've agreed to all your requests. Can you also consider Asel? Even if you decide to move out, you
should answer when Asel calls you, and you should come and spend time with her every weekend.”
In the end, Johanna was persuaded by Timothy and agreed.
After their conversation, Johanna went upstairs to pack her things. Timothy followed her into the bedroom. “Johanna, you're
going to stay here on the weekends from now on. There's no need to move all your things out.”
“I'll just bring two sets of clothes when I come over during the weekends,” Johanna said.
Timothy noticed that no matter what he said, Johanna would disregard it. Efficiently, she packed all the important items, ready to
move out at any moment.
Asel was completely oblivious to what had happened between her mother and father. After waking up, she clung to Johanna.
Usually, she preferred eating on her own, but now she insisted on being fed by her mother, one bite at a time.
Timothy was feeling downcast, with little to no appetite.
After eating, Timothy saw Johanna playing with Asel in the living room. He picked up his car keys and headed out.
He stepped into the private room of the club. Just as he finished his glass of iced whiskey, the door was pushed open again.
Armand walked in with a coat draped over his arm.
Timothy picked up an empty glass from the table and poured some wine. “I thought Genevieve wouldn't let you go out during
New Year.”
“She didn't want me to come out, but knowing that you were the one who called, she insisted I come over.” Armand hung his coat
on the rack and sat down on the sofa beside him.

Armand said, “She asked me to keep an eye on you so you don't drink yourself to death.”
“Your wife's tongue is quite sharp, isn't it?” Timothy said helplessly, “I'm just in a bad mood and wanted to have a few drinks,
that's all.”
Armand picked up his whiskey and took a sip, catching a glimpse of his gloomy face from the corner of his eye. “After Johanna
recovers, she seems to have become much gentler. She can't even argue with you like that.”
Timothy bitterly smiled and said, “I'd rather she hit me or vent her anger at me.”