My Husband Is a Gary Stu

As he watched Armand getting up to go upstairs, Steven seemed to remember something. “I found out that Tyrion's son also
studied at Bellridge University, Mr. Faulker, and he seemed to have known Scarlette.”
Armand furrowed his brows, deep in thought. “I've heard this name before.”
“He's a member of the royal family of Kille, the child of the eldest son who was the old king's lover, with whom he had been
entangled for decades,” Steven reminded him.
Armand had heard about the affairs of the royal family in Kille.
It was said that the old king was a philanderer even before he was the crown prince, and his father, the former king, had no
intention of making him the heir to the throne.
However, he was left without an heir, and the royal constitution was strict at that time; as capable as she was, the princess could
not inherit the throne. As the old king was the only son of his predecessor, the former king had no choice but to help him ascend
to the throne.
Not long after the old king was named heir to the throne, he got married. It was said that his wife had come from a noble family
from Epea. However, she passed away from tuberculosis just a few years into her reign as queen.
“I heard that the old king has been ill for a long time and didn't have many years left, yet he had not named a successor,” Steven
said, relishing the gossip. “The queen's two children are not up to par, and his four other children with his mistress were vying for
the throne. Also, I heard that the queen's children were spoiled by the mistress. The queen had been preventing the royal
ministers from amending the constitution, as she did not want the mistress's children to be named as heirs to the throne.”
Armand glanced at him. “Where did you hear all this from?”
“I found out that Scarlette is acquainted with the eldest son of Tyrion, didn't I?” Steven answered. “Coincidentally, Mrs. Sutton
was on a business trip to Kille, so I asked her a few questions. I didn't expect to uncover so much from our conversation.”
The struggle for the crown between the royal family members of Kille had nothing to do with Armand, so he did not pay much

attention to it. However, Steven's words stirred something within him.
“Are they merely acquaintances, or are they close?” he asked Steven.
“It seems they have mutual friends and would chat when they get together, but other than that, they don't have much contact,”
Steven replied. “All the women around Kaiden are descendants of prestigious Epean families. He aspires to be like his
grandfather, wishing to marry a woman of nobility.” “Having a wife of noble birth by his side could sway the royal ministers in
favor of his father. If his father were to become the new king, he would naturally and rightfully become the crown prince.”
The royal family placed great importance on lineage, prioritizing the children of the queen when it came to choosing a successor.
If the queen's son became the new king, her grandson would naturally be the prime candidate to become the crown prince.
If the queen's child proved unworthy, however, the royal ministers would consider the king's uncles. If the uncles also proved
incompetent to shoulder the responsibility, the royal ministers would have no choice but to amend the royal constitution, making
the son of the king's other bloodline the crown prince. They would be legitimized once they ascend to the throne, thus
establishing a new royal lineage through their own descendants.
Steven could not help speculating further, “I heard that the old king's first queen was a descendant of the Kaqite family. Because
he married her, his predecessor quickly passed the throne to him. The queen was a woman deeply in love, who died of
melancholy as she could not bear the old king's philandering ways.” “If the queen had a child and named him the heir early on,
there wouldn't have been any contention between the children of his lovers.”
Armand was trying to make sense of it all, but his train of thought was constantly interrupted by Steven's incessant nosy
interjections.
He could not be bothered to listen to Steven's pointless gossip any longer and, seeing that it was getting late, turned around and
went upstairs.
...
The following day, Johanna went to the studio early in the morning to inspect the work.

The craftsmen had done meticulous work. Once the renovations for the first and second floors were completed, they looked
exactly like the designs she had shown them. Very satisfied with the work done, she immediately made the final payment to the
design company.
Johanna took out paints of various colors, brushes, and a palette from the box she brought with her.
The draft was already prepared, so she did not have much to do of late. If she spent the day in the studio, it would not take her
long to finish painting both the first and second-floor walls.
Johanna was engrossed in her task when her phone, which was placed on the chair, suddenly rang. She saw that it was a call
from the landline of the mansion.