My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Suddenly, a pair of heavy knocks reverberated on the door to the private room. The figure stationed at the entrance stood tall
and lean, exuding an air of understated composure.
“Get out.”
His uttered words reached the ears of nearly everyone within the confines of the private room. Not a soul dared to voice a
response or challenge his statement; instead, they promptly scattered and exited the room.
“Armand, do join me for a drink or two.” The instant Timothy noticed Armand's arrival, he promptly straightened himself in his
seat. Grabbing an empty glass, he dropped in a few ice cubes, poured a measure of brandy, and slid the glass toward Armand.
Armand sat down on the couch next to him, not even glancing at the glass of alcohol.
Seeing him like this, Timothy asked, “You used to accept my wine when I offered it. Why abstain today? Has Genevieve
prohibited you?”
“You're aware, yet you still inquire?” Armand replied, his gaze fixed on Timothy.
Timothy indulged in another sip of his beverage, relishing the fiery sensation as it traced its path down his throat. He mumbled,
“Why does nobody care about me? Armand, would you watch over me? Tell me to stop drinking.”
“Your secretary contacted me,” Armand popped open a bottle of mineral water. “What madness are you up to now?”
“Jojo doesn't want me anymore,” Timothy murmured, a trace of sorrow tainting his tone. “I remained in Zaidham for a few days,
believing I had appeased her. Yet today, she went shopping with another man, even assisting him in selecting clothes. It's been
ages since she last helped me in choosing my attire...”
Armand found himself speechless. “Timothy, you're in your thirties, not your teens. Stop behaving like a child.”
“Wouldn't you feel aggrieved if your wife was getting close to another man?” Timothy's heart grew heavy as he articulated his
thoughts, “She even admitted to having feelings for him, urging me to divorce her sooner.”

“Did she tell you that herself?”
Timothy tugged at his lower lip, his tone earnest. “Do you think I'm joking? She expressed a desire to move out, so I consented. I
refrained from excessively intruding upon her. I even worked overtime at night to improve my cooking skills, hoping to cook for
her.”
“I've been so accommodating to her, and I was even willing to endure her silence, yet how could she go off with another man?
Am I insufficient?” He posed this query to Armand, while also pondering aloud, “Must I rend open my heart to her, to showcase
the depths of my affection?”
Timothy murmured, his head bowed, “Xylia is correct, why should I be so submissive?”
It was his neglect that had permitted Johanna to be entangled with Zephyr once again. After enduring a stretch of insufferable
anguish, he recognized his blunder, experienced regret, and had since been striving to make amends.
He had been exceedingly cautious while trying to console Johanna, yet she exhibited no appreciation for his efforts whatsoever.
After Timothy had vented his emotions, Armand ran a hand wearily over his brow and responded, “I've said it before, Johanna's
choice to distance herself from you doesn't mean she doesn't love you. Have you ever considered that she might not have
anything to do with that guy? When you confronted her in a fit of jealousy over the photo, she might have wanted you to back off,
so she intentionally misled you.”
“Why would she want me to back off?” Timothy asked.
“I have no idea either!” Armand retorted coldly, looking at the man whose brain appeared to be dulled by the effects of alcohol.
Timothy sullenly downed another glass of wine.
Armand's attention was drawn to the two empty brandy bottles on the table. Concerned that Timothy might succumb to
excessive alcohol consumption, he swiftly confiscated his glass and instructed the waiter to procure a hangover remedy.

Armand said, “Didn't you promise not to interfere with her private life? Why did you send someone to follow her?”
“I haven't dispatched anyone to tail her,” Timothy slurred, reclining on the couch in an intoxicated stupor. “The man appears to be
the general manager of an entertainment company, and there's a journalist shadowing him. I have an ex-girlfriend who had ties
with that journalist. Coincidentally, she was dining at Jazona Clubhouse today and crossed paths with me.”
Despite his inebriation, Timothy articulated his thoughts with a lucid and rational demeanor.
Hearing this, Armand responded in a meaningful tone, “What a coincidence—the journalist who was tailing that man
conveniently shares an acquaintance with your ex-girlfriend, and they even discussed this situation.”
“Yeah... How coincidental indeed,” Timothy wondered aloud.
The effects of excessive alcohol had clouded Timothy's judgment, leading him to misconstrue Armand's statement. “Xylia doesn't
hold much sway in the entertainment industry. That man is rumored to be the general manager of Ingenuity Entertainment. She
doesn't have the ability to enlist someone of his stature to stage this for her,” he rambled.
“The general manager of Ingenuity Entertainment?” Armand's mind was triggered by a thought, causing him to pivot his gaze
toward Timothy. “Is his name Zander Foxx?” he inquired.