Ms Pat Husband In Real Life Novels & Stories

“You may have hidden the original result from Patricia, but you didn’t hide it from me, Mason.” “I saw everything,” she added. I swallowed hard, my chest tightening. I remembered that day clearly. The doctor had told me my sperm was weak, but it could improve. With proper treatment and diet, I could still father a child. I was too embarrassed to let anyone know, not even Patricia. So I threw away the real result and replaced it with a fake one. That fake result was what I showed Patricia. But Rose had seen the original result. She was our housemaid at the time. Could it be that she really saw it in the trash?

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.

The hospital kept me slammed. Made some new friends. Spent more time with Aunt Sophia—honestly, that was the best part. Then, six months later, I got this call. Some hospital way out in the country. The voice was urgent. "Hello, is this Mrs. Cooke? Peter Cooke's been in a serious car accident. We need you to come in as soon as possible." I froze. That's when it hit—Peter was hurt. They kept pressing, but I cut in. "I'm not his wife. You'll need to contact his family."

I said. “Dr Pat is back at the Citadel's hospital,” Lance said. “Really? When did he get back? Did he bring his mate with him?” I asked. “One question at a time, Your Majesty,” Lance teased. “He came back yesterday, and no, he didn't find his mate.” “What a pity. A whole year of traveling without finding his mate. He might have to settle for a chosen mate,” I said. Dr Pat was a doctor at the Citadel’s hospital. Young, handsome, and very intelligent. He was the one and only doctor I had contacted about my inability to get pregnant and he assured me that I was okay.

Mr Shawn ordered me. I stumbled as I tried to take my first step. “Mooch." The lady bickered. Mr Shawn did not care if I was standing in the hallway, he pushed the door to his bedroom wide open and they both entered. BANG! They shut the door and after a few moments, I heard moanings. I covered a scream from erupting out of my mouth with both my hands. I stood there hearing my husband pounding into another woman. I felt sick, I ran to my bathroom and forced my head under the tap.

Wait hold up why Dohyung is here? And suddenly I just realized I am at his home and that kid is his kid. I keep myself to scream or crying from fangirling discovery. Everyone especially the fans knows this fact. But it's also my first time seeing his son. I know we are a bit weird simply a married man with a kid but we don't do any weird ok? Probably a bit... And I shake the thought. "Are you okay?" He said. I nodded. I bite my tongue to keep myself from being too excited.

Peter glared at Hugh again. If this were someone else, Cassian definitely wouldn't have said a word. After all, doctors were obligated to protect their patients' privacy. But now, he wanted to pull a prank on Peter. "Let me tell you a story, Hugh," he said. "There was a husband and a wife. The husband loved smoking a lot, so the wife told him that smoking would make him ejaculate extremely quickly during sex. The husband refused to believe her, so he dragged her over. Three rounds later, he picked up the remaining half of his cigarette and continued smoking from it—"

she said, "I mean, I can't. The test must be wrong." "I've run it three times," Dr. Pulisic said, "That's why I waited to see you last. I'm sorry, Christine. Is there any chance it could be... I mean, it's almost certainly your husband's, yes?" Christine stared at the floor. No, it almost certainly wasn't. She hadn't had sex with James since the campsite. And only that one time. Since then it had been a steady diet of her son. Her little boy had put his own baby in his Mommy. His own sibling was now waiting in her womb. Of all the nightmares Christine had foreseen, this one simply hadn't occurred to her. Oh God. She shook her head slowly.

Margaret had gotten better, and one day, she asked who had covered her medical bills. The nurse smiled and said, "Who else could it be? Your son! Didn't you know? He was really nervous before the surgery. I can tell right away how much he cares about you. But it's strange—I haven't seen him around these last few days." Margaret's eyes went wide with realization. She sprang out of bed and bolted out. I watched her drag her frail body to Calvin's place. In the bathroom, someone lay still in the bathtub, covered in blood.

Fear gripped me as I instinctively protected my belly and said, "Trent is the father!" "Lies! Trent had a vasectomy a long time ago so he wouldn't pass on his Superman syndrome!" Lucy shouted. "You're trying to have him pass on the Bradford Group to your child, aren't you? Too bad! He already told me he was going to let my son take over!" It was true that Trent didn't want to have kids because I disliked his Superman syndrome, and he didn't want our children to inherit it. But that all changed after he failed to win my love. He had the reverse surgery and then I became pregnant, baby-trapping me in a marriage I never wanted.