Mrs Pat Husband Novels & Stories

Emboldened by the open bar, a slightly tipsy Vice President called out, half-joking: "Mr. Sterling, if Chloe is your beloved sister, then what is Mrs. Sterling to you?" My hand tightened around the door handle. I stopped breathing. The smile on Alexander's face faded slightly. He swirled the amber liquid in his glass, his tone so calm it bordered on cold. "She is my wife," he said simply, as if that explained everything. "We have history. Evelyn isn't... exciting, or brilliant like Chloe. But she is the mother of my children. " Not exciting. Not brilliant. Just the mother of his children. In his definition, I was a breeding vessel. A free, high-end housekeeper.

She explained with an expression that was nothing short of apologetic. The moment she said that, my mind instantly made the connection. The man who leased out this place to me, my landlord, his surname was Patterson. I had gotten so used to calling him Joe. My face relaxed almost instantly, "Oh, hi, Mrs Patterson. Is everything alright?" Her response was direct, "No." She dived into an explanation when my smile dropped, "My husband was taken in this morning by the tax forces. They said he's been owing the government for years...He never told me...I had no idea."

"And your husband?" I glanced at the clasp on my bag, still smiling. "We're divorcing. I'm sure the hospital's heard by now—Peter's been hanging around OB-GYN. Says she's his sister, but come on, Rebecca. We're both women. We know what that really means." She didn't say a word. Just signed the resignation. "Yuna, the world's a lot bigger when you stop tying yourself to love." I took the papers and headed to my office to pack.

I'd stupidly thought that this was a secret account he'd created for our baby, thinking that he didn't know how to express it to me extrinsically. But now, I knew that I had been a fool all along. I swiftly contacted a moving company. When we got married, I single-handedly replaced all the old, rotting furniture in our run-down apartment. Levi's friends had teased him in the past when they learned about it. "Say, Lev! I didn't know that you married a rich country girl! Your wife must be loaded!" "Make sure she's not pretending to be rich! Otherwise, you're going to be saddled with debt when the bills arrive!"

"Why mention her? She's nothing but a useless hen who can't even lay eggs. She has no right to feel jealous! "She's always suspicious of everything. Honestly, if I had real feelings for you, do you think I'd have married her? If she bothers you again, let me know. I'll make her regret it!" I stared at him, unable to reconcile the cruel, callous man before me with the one who had once held me close on our wedding day, promising me a lifetime of love. We had married shortly after graduation. At the time, I had no idea he had a childhood sweetheart—Yvonne, the girl of his dreams.

Wright smiled but quickly spoke up, “She didn't go missing. She had been a loyal wife to her husband following up with what happened at the company.” “I think it is best she returns there, her coming changed a lot of things,” Mr. Frank said. Mr. Patrick walked toward them. He is the assistant chairman of the board so he is a very respected man. “It did. We need to join hands together to remove her.” Mr. Clinton said. “Is anyone willing to fill me in on the topic being discussed?” Mr. Patrick asked, speaking like Rosy. They all laughed when he spoke as they took turns to shake his hand, welcoming him.

Mrs Eleanor yelled at her second daughter and shook her head. "Patrick would be so disappointed if he heard you court him with a lowlife like her and you still have your husband sitting beside you there" Mrs Eleanor spoked sadly and just then did Patrick walked out from the elevator and stepped into the living room. "Big sis!" Patrick exclaimed in surprised not expecting to see her around, and he walked up to meet her and her husband whom kept an expressionless face. "Good morning inlaw" Patrick greeted and Mr Richard nodded while Mrs Olivia tried to kept a calmer expression but Patrick immediately noticed and he stared back to his mother whom looked sad, while he walked up to meet her.

“Yeah, let’s go out; I also want to see who dares to act like this in my house? So the old master took his walking stick and walked ahead. Mrs. Allen was worried about her husband, so she could only follow him. She is the only one in this family who never liked Mia Smith; even though she disliked Mia, she never showed it in her behaviour. She missed her oldest son and her eldest daughter-in-law, who were the apple of her eyes, but now she has nothing other than her husband. Even though the old man was muddle-headed, she couldn’t bear to leave him for her son because this man was her husband.

Inside the elevator, we ran into one of Chloe's neighbors. "Chloe, all by yourself today?" the woman asked with a teasing smile. "Your husband isn't following you around like a puppy dog for once? The whole building is talking about how much he pampers you." The neighbor's face was full of envy. "We're all so jealous of your lovey-dovey relationship!" My fingertips tightened. "Her husband is usually that clingy?" "More than that," the neighbor said, amused. "He does whatever Chloe says. Makes her breakfast, does the laundry himself. Where can you find a man like that these days?"