Ms Pat Husband In Real Life Novels & Stories

My step son, Matthew opened the door and caught me red handed, literally. I had just been getting back into my rhythm so I let out a moan as he walked into my room. Matthew stopped and stared at my naked body. Matthew was Peter’s son from his first wife Jocelyn. Jocelyn had divorced Peter eleven years ago, one year before we got married, and he had been a single dad to the nine year old Matthew for a full year. I had started dating Peter and decided to marry him precisely because Matthew and I connected so much. Peter was now infertile so he couldn’t have any other child with me.

His eyebrow shot into his hairline, and his face hardened. I gulped, feeling like I crossed a line by cutting him off abruptly. He was my husband but he was still the Alpha King. “I’m sorry, I didn't mean to be disrespectful.” “There’s no need for that. We are married” “I know.” I sighed. “I also know that being married comes with certain expectations, especially on the first night.” “And?” he slurred, sounding bored. “I’m not a virgin…I don't know what your expectations are… but I’m not pure.”

"He's sedated right now. We're keeping him for psychiatric evaluation—mandatory for suicide attempts. But he'll be able to have visitors tomorrow." "Did he say anything? Before you sedated him?" Patel hesitated. "He kept repeating that he was sorry. That he ruined everything. That his mother was right about him being weak." A pause. "Ma'am, your husband needs serious help. This wasn't a cry for attention. He genuinely wanted to die." Ex-husband, Lia wanted to correct. But she just nodded. "Thank you, Doctor." Patel left. Lia sank back into the chair, hands shaking.

"Is the baby okay? Healthy?" "Everything looks perfect. Healthy heartbeat, good size, right on track." A baby. A healthy baby. Inside me. I started laughing. Then crying. Then laughing again. Dr. Patel looked concerned. "Should I call your husband?" "No," I gasped. "I need to tell him myself. He's going to die." "Die?" "Figuratively. He's going to figuratively die." --- I sat in the exam room for a long time after Dr. Patel left.

“I’d like a copy of the results.” He hesitated. “I’m afraid I can’t do that,” he said. “Mr Moretti, your husband gave strict instructions.” Of course he did. I nodded slowly. “No problem,” I said. Then I tilted my head slightly. “What kind of test was it?” “Mrs. Moretti...” “Just the type,” I said. “Nothing else.” He hesitated again. Then finally... “A paternity test.” Silence. That was all I needed. “Thank you,” I said softly.

My mother warned. I can’t believe she’s still defending him. “He’s not my father.My father died fifteen years ago.”I spat. Cassie supported Patrick’s body. “Don’t get angry,honey.She’s not worth it.”She turned to face me.”You mock me every chance you get but you’re not so innocent either.You’re pregnant with no fucking sign of the father anywhere.” I scoffed.”I’m married,okay?I’m just yet to make it official and have a banquet.I’m nothing like you.”I bragged without thinking.

Their parents separated. Marissa was abroad back then, and she always sent money for her children's expenses, but all that was also spent when Harissa suddenly fell ill. And unfortunately, she also caught the father of her children with a woman through a photograph. The woman allegedly sent the photo of the woman who, until now, was her husband's mistress. "Where are we going, Ma'am?" asked the driver. Pat was sitting in the front because she couldn't support her somewhat obese sister. "At Nasrullah Medical Hospital,” Pat answered, and the taxi driver nodded in response.

And Chris asked, "You don't seem to look happy, man. I hope all is well?." Chris pretended to be a little worried and concerned for Patrick. And Patrick sighed and replied, "I'm fine, nothing serious." Patrick popped open his drink and poured it out into his glass cup, and Chris said, "Oh, don't tell me that. Is it because Anita is already married to Matthew Days? Is that why you look like this?" Chris chuckled.

"All I see is a bitch." Hot streak of tears ran down Patricia's eyes. She clearly saw the instant hatred in Graham's eyes. For once, she felt a twinge of regret. "How certain am I that this marriage is real? I bet you paid this trashed," Graham gestured disgustingly at Patricia. "To pose as your wife. Otherwise, I see no reason, she should come up with a fake pregnancy if indeed the marriage was fucking true!" "What's going on here?" Mark enquired, calmly scrutinizing Daniel and Patricia's faces. The tension in the room was greatly intoxicating. What happened? Why was Patricia crying and Graham fuming?