Novel & Cerita Ms Pat Husband In Real Life

She asked again. About to answer her, the doctor stepped out. He faced Richard at once, judging by his gloomy face he surely didn't have good news for him. “How's my wife? What about my baby?” His voice failed him. Both Richard and Kathleen looked at him eagerly, they couldn't wait for him to speak up. “I'm sorry. Your wife already had a miscarriage before you brought her, we couldn't save the baby.” He divulged. “What do you mean?” He snapped angrily.

My husbands, as they called themselves, were unpredictable. "There are twenty guards patrolling the main premises." Ezra said thoughtfully, his cold eyes roaming around the warm surroundings. No. I wasn't a fool not to understand their actions and words whilst I knew what was administrating in their combatant minds. And god forbid if I let another massacre to happen.

“Amara and I are married, and have been for three months. She’s also pregnant. Four months along.” Wait. What the fuck? Patrick’s going to be a dad too? I just stood there, stunned. Shit. What am I even doing? As my dad stared at Patrick, his jaw clenched. “What are you talking about?” he asked. “What the fuck do you mean you’re already married… and have a baby on the way?” Patrick let out a deep breath and straightened his shoulders. “Dad. I am married. This is my wife. And yes, we have a baby, or rather, babies on the way. What more clarification do you need from me?”

he asked, and I couldn't answer. "I honestly can't remember how long, it's been a crazy few months Mateo, we've been on a wild adventure" I replied. "Im going to be a father" he said softly before placing his lips on my belly. The doctor hurriedly came in and my dear husband pushed me aside almost immediately and gave me a small couch. "Sir?" Doctor Alonzo called, and he stood at Mateo's side as my husband complained heavily about his inability to have an erection.

I looked at Daon and then at Jayden, seeing wide smiles on their faces that didn’t match the situation at all. “But how?” I asked, confused, since I had been using birth control. I couldn’t even complete a sentence, but the doctor seemed to answer my question before I could speak. “Due to your circumstances,” he said, clearing his throat, as though aware of the whole story. “It would typically be necessary to wait until the twelfth week of pregnancy to conduct a paternity test and determine who the father is, but in this case, that wasn’t necessary,” the doctor explained. “It wasn’t? So who’s the father?” I asked, still confused.

Leaning against his chest, I listened to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. Maybe Jake was truly an anomaly, a time traveler who should never have existed. Maybe our world really did contain glitches, with two overlapping sets of memories and residual traces that reality failed to erase. But what about it? I loved him, and he loved me. Soon, we would have a baby together. Tomorrow, Brandon and Rachel might officially announce their relationship. My parents would probably bring over even more baby supplies. Work might bring new challenges. Life might bring new troubles. Yet, all of it would be part of the reality we faced together—one that was real, warm, imperfect, yet beautiful.

“Henry, I have never heard anyone apologizing in such a self-righteous manner. I don’t mind showing up, but Violet has to beg me to.” Henry scowled at that. “Don’t cross the line, Luna. No matter what, I’m your husband. Do you really want me to stay crippled forever?” “Husband?” I scoffed. “Have you forgotten the fact that you signed the divorce agreement? We’re already divorced. You were supposed to get your last dose yesterday. If you continue dragging this out, you can say goodbye to your legs.” I watched as Henry’s face turned pale. In an instant, he told Violet all that I had said.

My college classmate, Dewey Watson, had become a lawyer. When the call connected, I could hear my own voice trembling. "Hello? Is this Mr. Watson? This is Madeline Shaw. I'd like to ask if a husband cheats during marriage, fabricates debts, and conspires with a third party to defraud his wife, how many years could he face? "Also, if he used eight years of his wife's income to repay fake debts without her knowledge, can that money be recovered?"

I needed to stop this before these two did something stupid. “Alright, guys, that’s enough of all the macho crap. Matt, Tyson is Morgan’s cousin. We all grew up together, and I haven’t seen him in a few years. He just happened to notice me when he was walking by. Small world, I guess. Tyson, this is Matt, my husband and boss.” I really wanted to say “fiancée,” but I wasn’t going to contradict him in front of another man, especially with all the testosterone filling the air. That was a bad idea, and I wasn’t stupid.

“Those two years when your legs were paralyzed—yes, I wasn’t by your side. But why? Because I was out finding a cure for you! “I went into the hottest deserts, battling sandstorms and blistering heat to find the plants needed for extracting those medicinal compounds. My team and I were nearly swallowed by quicksand. We faced storms that almost killed us. But I never backed down because I wanted you healed. I wanted the research to succeed more than anyone else. “And what about you? While I was risking my life for you, what were you up to? You were sleeping with my cousin. You hid it from me for two years! And you even used ‘business trips’ as an excuse to marry her in America!