Ms Pat Husband In Real Life Novels & Stories

“That’s your solution?” “Evelyn, don’t be ungrateful.” He frowned. “We’ve been together for ten years. I don’t want to be too ruthless with you.” Ten years? I laughed bitterly to myself. In that decade, I had endured countless sleepless nights for him. I had been hospitalized multiple times from overwork. Through it all, he never truly cared. “Do you remember my first stomach hemorrhage?” I asked. He froze for a moment. “What?” “I collapsed in the studio. It was an intern who called the ambulance. Where were you?”

My husband, Jaxon Murray, was a renowned medical expert and owned a big company. He was participating in a clinical drug trial when someone tampered with his medication. Under the influence, he ended up entangled with an intern—ninety-nine times, right there on the lab table. When he regained clarity, he rushed home, locked himself in the bathroom, and submerged himself in the tub without food or water as he waited for me to return from work. "Lauren," he said, "my medication was switched during the trial. I made a terrible mistake. But I paid her off and had her dismissed. She'll never appear before me again." I wept miserably, clutching my belly that had once again failed to carry life.

Two years of marriage deserved nothing less. I had just finished arranging the silverware when I heard a knock on the door. Turning, I found the pack’s Beta, Patricia standing there, her dark eyes steady, her expression unreadable. Beside her stood a small boy, no older than four, clutching her hand. He is one of the bastards in our pack. He is Patrica's son and even though she made everyone believe she doesn’t know who the father was, my husband and I have taken care of this little boy. Even celebrated his 4 years old birthday some days ago.

I said calmly, “Rather than adopting a furbaby, why don’t we get a divorce? Then you can have an actual baby with her.” … My husband, the award-winning actor Jonas Yves, held a grand confession ceremony for another woman. He publicly declared their relationship on the Internet, making headlines and moving hearts. As for me, his wife of eight years, I could only watch the raucous interview from the side like an outsider. The journalists on the scene were in an uproar. The fans in the front row were celebrating. The next second, Jonas put a matching ring on her finger. Under the spotlight, they looked like a perfect couple.

“Don’t be fooled, Judy. With today’s technology, anyone can go under the knife to be someone else.” “That’s not true! I—” With Judy nearly blurting out the truth, Hank covered her mouth. The online community buzzed with excitement, and a fierce debate ensued. The consensus was that Hank should take a maternity test against Judy. However, I was not on board with the idea. “My father-in-law passed when Hank was in junior high. If Judy…” I left my words hanging, but the public got the message. It was implied that he could be Judy’s love child.

The genetic test results, performed on the fetal tissue during the emergency procedure, lay highlighted at the bottom of the page in bold ink: Paternal Match: Damien Cole (99.98%). The paper slipped from my numb fingers, fluttering down onto the desk. The silence of the room crashed down on me like a physical weight. Every lie Liliana had whispered in my ear over the past few months shattered into a thousand pieces. The false pregnancy, the claims about the secret lover, the allegations of staged medical files—all of it collapsed under the weight of the official medical seal staring up at me from the desk. Serena had not lied to me. She had not cheated on me. She had been carrying my biologi

He informed. Patricia smiled. “I am okay, sir. I'm not a foodie. I guess I take this much because of what happened?” “Patricia.” He called and paused, giving her a space to answer. She raised her gaze to look at him in the eyes. “Sir.” she answered. “What happened? Why are you like this? What are you passing through right now?” He investigated with a concerned expression. “Where are you coming from? Where is your destination?” Patricia discharged a deep breath. She cast her face downward and squeezed her hands, placing them on her thighs. “I caught my husband cheating on me with my best friend-” she voiced out.

The priest asked. I hesitated for a while before responding, “yes, I do.” “Do you Ignatius take Patricia as your lawfully wedded wife?” He asked the man on the wheel chair. Well I chose to call him that because he is not my husband yet. He looked at me as if he was just seeing me for the first time. “Yes, I do.” He responded. Did I just see a smile on his face? Seems he doesn't even know who he is dealing with.

“What? Are you serious?” Jules winced at the sudden outburst and quickly handed her friend some tissues. “What other choice do I have?” “Well, you could always talk to the groom,” Cheryl suggested, though even she didn’t sound convinced by her own words. Probably because she knew just how ridiculous it was. Elizabeth Garret might be intimidating, but at least she could be found. James Garret, on the other hand? That man was practically a ghost. No one had seen him in the last four years—not even his shadow.

On the way, seeing that I pulled my suitcase, Patrick smiled bitterly and said, "I am such a loser. Now I can't even help my wife with her luggage." Hearing his way of addressing me, I was stunned for a moment. And my face turned slightly red. Leaning over, he kissed my cheek, "I will be well soon. The doctor advises us to do exercise more, saying that it is helpful for my recovery." Hearing his words, I couldn't help but blush more. Patrick and I lived in the town for a while. When we lived together, Patrick would make love to me against my will with the excuse that it would be conducive to the recovery of his legs.