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.”

phone

looked straight at the camera and recounted an

video ended, Genevieve raised three fingers toward the sky and declared, “If a fourth person learns about this, I deserve to perish immediately and suffer for

lingered on his expression as he stared at Genevieve and muttered, “So fourteen years

off before asking, “Did

the apple pieces leisurely, seemingly at peace with the past incident. “Show Marilyn the video. I’m

her tomorrow. Are you getting discharged today?

I informed Steven of my

before he could even leave his seat. A tall,

table. His gaze cooled several degrees when he noticed Genevieve and

before turning his attention to Genevieve. He asked, “Do you have anything to pack? I came to send you

turned to stare at Genevieve and piped up,

wife home.” Armand stuck a hand in his pocket

me. What’s wrong with me sending her

in the ward instantly

in the air as she leisurely wiped her fingers with a tissue. “I married Mr. Faulkner.