My Husband Is A Gary Stu

Johanna was moved, but she took a deep breath and made up her mind. “I’m not interested in what went on between you and your first love. I don’t want to know and neither do I want to marry you again,” she insisted, pushing his hands away. Timothy was taken aback. He went in front and looked her in the eyes. “I’ve explained everything to you, yet you still choose not to believe me?” Johanna kept quiet. She took out a shirt from the closet and put it on. “What can I do to make you believe me?” Never in his life had he ever put himself down to beg someone. Johanna was his weak spot. He was not serious when he married Johanna since he simply wanted to know what it felt like to be married. But after spending four years with her, he could not help but fall for her. He loved how Johanna used to always stick by his side like a child. After their divorce, the whole house became lifeless, and Timothy felt lonely.

 

 

“I know I didn’t give you a memorable wedding, but all that can change. I can get you a ring and a wedding dress and I will propose to you again.” Timothy took a step forward, wanting to pull her into his arms. Johanna did not even give him a chance. She pushed his hand away and darted backward. “Did you not hear what I say? We’re divorced, Timothy!” she repeated with a cold look on her face. “I’ll call the police and report you for sexual harassment if you ever bring me here again.” The smile on Timothy’s face faded away as he gazed at her. “Why do you not believe me?” he asked after a moment of silence. “Is it because you have fallen for someone else? Is that why you wanted a divorce?” That was the only explanation he could think of for her nonchalance when they went for a divorce. “I don’t care what you think about me, Timothy.” Johanna was not interested in continuing the conversation, so she put on a miniskirt and turned to leave. Before she went out, she went over to the bed, pick up her phone from the rug, and put it back in her bag. Breakfast was already prepared and laid out on the dining table when she left. It was all her favorite food.

 

 

 

Johanna stopped when she saw it, but she still decided to leave in the end. She felt a lump in her throat the moment she entered the elevator, and tears streamed down her cheeks. Seeing that she was almost reaching the ground floor, Johanna quickly wiped away her tears and swallowed her grief. A cab happened to pass by the residential area, so she hailed the car. When she opened the door, a disturbing smell of cheap leather came toward her. Johanna closed the door and dashed over to the bin, gagging. She stood there for a while as she rested her palms on her knees. Thinking that it was because she had not eaten anything, she navigated her way to the subway station and bought some food at a store next to it. The nauseating feeling was dispelled after she had some food, so she scanned her card and went into the station. However, when she entered the carriage, she felt like vomiting again although there was no unusual smell in the subway. Noticing a woman carrying a tote with wordings to the effect of looking out for pregnant women, Johanna gave up her seat for that lady despite her own discomfort. “Thank you,” the woman said.

 

 

“No problem,” Johanna replied, then sent a text message to a design workshop representative she was working with on WhatsApp. Suddenly, she looked up at the woman, alarmed. The woman had placed her bag on her lap, and its wordings appeared to be unusually glaring in Johanna’s eyes. Her hands shuddered. No way… After she reached the station, Johanna rushed out and went to the nearest drugstore using the navigation to get what she wanted before heading to the production company. When she was finally done with her work, she took her bag and went to the restroom. The result of the pregnancy test showed in no time. It was a single line. Johanna heaved a sigh of relief, but she saw something else the next second. Another vague line had gradually appeared. She was pregnant.