Mrs Pat Husband Novels & Stories

This dinner will be over if Mrs Cooper ever found out that me and my husband were on the path to divorce. I was super grateful that we kept our separation quiet. "Uh I see, the same thing with my Patrick here. He is ever busy and I had to drag him off work for him to be present here." She smiled fondly patting her husband's hand sharing a I became uncomfortable and had to look away at that the moment that passed between them. "Is that your husband?" Patrick Cooper spoke for the first time since we arrived here. "What?" I asked confused. My back was away from the entrance.

“I’m alright, but something happened.” Taking a deep breath, his Mother Xu began to speak, her voice filled with a mix of worry and affection. She delicately informed him that her husband, his father-in-law, had fallen ill. Her words were laced with the gravity of the situation, each syllable carefully chosen to convey the severity of the news without causing unnecessary alarm. She described how her husband had been experiencing a decline in his health over the past few days, with his condition steadily worsening. Her voice quivered slightly as she shared the details, emphasizing the need for immediate attention and medical intervention.

I replied as I brought my face close to his ear. "Hmm. I'm sorry? I don't remember you, have we met before?" he asked, crossing my arms around his neck as the music went back to a slow pace. "Uhmm.., I'm the wife of Mr. Patterson, one of your business partners," I replied and he nodded. "Where is your husband?" he asked and I noticed that he was looking at my chest. "I don't know where that man is, he looks like he's having fun flirting with another woman," I pretended to be sad as I laid my head on his chest.

They wouldn’t dare. “Who is it?” I asked, voice sharp, direct. “It’s one of the client’s wives,” he replied. That caught me off guard. “What?” Jerry tossed a file onto the table. A picture slid out—her picture. “That woman, boss. Mrs. Claire. Her husband is the one dating Pattie,” he explained. I lifted the photo, studying her face. She looked like every typical high-class wife, put together, polished, the type who puts her home first. The perfect wife image society loves so much.

“ I've been doing fine. And you?” “ It's always same old me Hazel”. “ Here, meet my husband, Mr Middleton”, Hazel said, putting his hand behind my waist as he drew me closer to him, and I couldn't help but put on that aura of pride - you hear that bitch, I'm his husband. “ The CEO of T.K group….”, he continued, “ honey, meet Miss Pat, founder of the Trust fund investment group”. “ Call me Paige. It's so nice to meet you”, she said, extending her hand.

He proudly revealed his pristine track record for her to hear. ​ "I can't do it, Mr. Hawk. I love Aston. He is my husband. We love each other," Patricia said, her expression turning grave. ​ "That's the past, Pat. I am your present." Arthur pointed a finger at himself. Patricia shook her head slightly, forcing a bitter, weary smile. ​ "You're lying, Mr. Hawk." ​ "I'm lying? About what, Pat? Go ahead, tell me." ​

"How sure are you, madam? The cancerous cells have spread all over his brain and he..." "Just stop this, doctor. Stop!" I slam my hands on the desk as I spring up to my feet. His words are driving me to the edge of craziness. "My husband doesn't have a brain tumor! No, he doesn't," I shake my head slowly. My eyes suddenly become wet with tears, and my cheeks feel hot as they pour down them. It's not that I believe him, but... but... I don't know what's going on. I don't know what I'm feeling right now...

I looked up at the woman and asked, "Who is my husband?" She seemed taken aback by my question, her expression flickering with a mixture of surprise and caution. "Your husband... you don't remember him?" I shook my head slowly, feeling a knot form in my stomach. "No, I don't. Please, can you tell me who he is?" The woman glanced at Tommy, who was still clinging to me, his tears starting to subside. "Your husband is Mr. Richard Walker," she said quietly. "He's been away on a business trip for the past few weeks. He's expected back tomorrow."

The room became silent for a moment. Slap! I wasn’t saved, but was slapped again by Lily. “So, if you’re Mr. Gates’s wife. Then who am I? “Moreover, I’ve worked for Mr. Gates for five years and have known him for ten years. I’ve never heard of him being married. “How dare you deceive me, you shameless bitch?” I spat out a mouthful of blood and tried to explain. “We’re childhood sweethearts. I’m really his wife.”

In reply she said " obviously, she'll. She must be with her husband now who love her with all of his." Jackson just hummed with her reply but deep down he also thinking because her husband didn't give nice impression to him at first when they met at party since his aggressive behavior towards his wife, the way he was talking to him or even with Emily, it's just beyond frustrating but he doesn't want to disturb her moments as they drifted into sleep with holding each other.