My Husband Is A Gary Stu

Chapter 220 I Will Not Divorce Him

Cooper adjusted his spectacles as a small smile curved his lips. “All right. I won’t let you down.”

I won’t let Samantha off the hook, either.

That woman had been consumed with hatred just because Cooper’s father had left her. It had spurred her to kill Cooper’s entire family in a fire and manipulate Cooper like a pawn over the past twenty or so years.

If not for Samantha’s revenge, his and Genevieve’s relationship would not have ended in ruin.

Genevieve passed Cooper an apple piece. He popped it into his mouth and relished its impossibly sweet taste. He asked, “When will you divorce Armand, Genev? Even if he doesn’t involve the police in his grandmother’s sudden death, he may decide to settle the score with you in private. Maybe I should get you a lawyer and—”

“I’m not divorcing him,” she cut him off.

Cooper was stunned by her reply. He wondered if he had misheard her. “Why aren’t you divorcing him? Wait? D-Do you still love him?”

Genevieve merely smiled instead of gratifying him with a verbal response.

Then, she picked up her phone on the table. Her fingers flew across the screen as she said to her ex-husband, “Marilyn has a violin named ‘Night Breeze.’ Please get it back for me. If she refuses, show her this video I’m sending to you.”

unlocked his phone

at the camera

learns about this, I deserve to perish immediately and suffer for all eternity in

watching the video. His shock lingered on his expression as he

before asking, “Did Armand

important anymore.” Genevieve ate the apple pieces leisurely, seemingly at peace with

to meet her tomorrow.

I informed Steven of

was about to offer her a ride home when someone opened the door before he could even leave his seat. A tall, imposing

gaze swept across the room and landed on the dining table. His gaze

Genevieve. He asked, “Do you have anything to pack? I came to

at Genevieve and piped up, “I’ll send you back,

to send my wife home.” Armand stuck a hand in his pocket

is like a younger sister to me. What’s wrong with me sending her home?” Cooper replied with a

in the ward

she leisurely wiped her fingers with a tissue. “I married Mr. Faulkner. It’s perfectly