Mrs Pat Husband Novels & Stories

Not a business partner. His wife.

"Nate, redo the divorce agreement my way. If you refuse, I'll find her no matter where she moves. Even if you drag me to the police station, I'll fight you to the end. "A mistress has no right to spend my money or sleep with my husband. "You guys, bring him back. Since he's injured, he should stay in the hospital and rest properly." "You wouldn't dare!" Nate blustered. I laughed. "What wouldn't I dare? My family hasn't even said a word yet. Do you really think that's because they don't want to get involved or because they're scared?" I patted his face. "Don't forget how I married you in the first place. I had all that money!"

She walked up to a table and took a seat beside a couple in their late fifties. “I haven't seen Mr Sullivan around,” His wife said while looking around. “Richard Sullivan?” The wife nodded. “Yes, he'll be given a speech but why isn't he around yet?” “Probably he's in any of the rooms upstairs. I want to use the restroom, I'll be right back.” The husband said and pecked his wife's cheek before heading to the restroom.

"I also don't know because I wasn't able to visit him even once in jail. I was really afraid of what he could do. My family might also be affected. He will hurt my kids, my husband ..." "You married someone?" I immediately asked. "But Patry said in his interviews that he is single." She smiled at me and held my hands. "I don't love Patry." "But you said you liked him ..." I insisted. "I like him but I love my husband even more. Since we were in high school, he was really the one my heart was beating for. Patry only helped me in imprisoning my father." I couldn’t speak because of what I found out. She herself imprisoned her Dad along with Patry.

Mr Anderson replied, glancing at the clock briefly "...I always wondered what Mr Morris saw in her. If you ask me, there is a hidden secret behind their relationship." "Hmm…this is getting twisted. I feel the same way about Mrs Patricia's marriage to him" "Well, as time goes by, we'll probably discover the truth. As far as I can remember, Mrs Patricia had been more in love with him than he ever was. She was willing to do anything for him. The biggest mistake she made was willing this company over to him. That is the cause of all this mess." "You are actually right"

"You investigated her?!" "Yes, I did. We made a promise to always have each other's backs and prevent each other from making mistakes. Don't you remember? Well, even if you don't, I do. So, I had to investigate her to make sure she's the right one for you," Patricia explained. "What did you find out, Patricia?" Marcella asked, her voice trembling, her tears already mixed with her words. "I found out that you retired from your post because you were pregnant and your husband died in a plane crash. Your son is a year old. Should I mention where you go when you're free?"

he pressed, his tone laced with urgency. I blinked, taken aback. "We've known each other since high school. Why?" I asked, genuinely puzzled by his sudden curiosity. Mr. Paterson's eyes darted around the room, ensuring no one else was listening. "We run in the same circles. I've known that man for years. He's not good news. You should be careful," he said, his voice grave. I felt a surge of disbelief, "What? That’s crazy. You understand that he's my husband, right?" I said, trying to grasp the point he was making.

His name trending—not for a deal closed or a partnership secured, but for the scandal unraveling in public view. He scrolled absently, each buzz a reminder of the fallout. Of what he’d built—then burned. And still… Not one message from the only two people who had once made all of it mean something. Articles spreading like wildfire. Tweets, Reddit threads, F******k reels—all speculating about the marketing tycoon with two wives. With two lives. One post showed a photo of Andrea and Celina, side by side, their faces juxtaposed under the title: Which One Is the Real Mrs. Reyes?

"How is your husband doing?" "He’s good. But that's the reason why I invited you to be here with me.” "Wait. Why? Does something happen?" Patricia replaced the fork and knife and leaned closer to her with enthusiasm. "Don't say to me that you just catch your husband cheating with another woman?" "That …" "So that's right!? That's too much! You guys just got married a month and he immediately cheated on you?! How dare him!" Patricia's loud voice caught the attention of the crowd in the quiet bistro. She lowered her head, hiding her flushed face because of her friend's attitude while telling her friend to lower the volume of her voice.

“How can you do great without a great husband like mine besides you?” “Your husband?” Patricia was shocked. “Yes. Cohen is my husband. He finds his happiness in me and wants me to stay beside him forever. I am delighted to tell you we are happily married,” Anna confirmed. “Our marriage is even fruitful already. We are blessed with a beautiful daughter.” Patricia stared at them, shocked, feeling the sting of heartbreak once more, causing her heart to reel from pains again. A gentle scoff escaped her lip, and she nodded. “Wow!” She was impressed. She has practiced for days like this. A day when she will cross paths with her enemy.