Romans & histoires Ms Pat Real Husband

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.

Rachel had actually become a mother. When we met at the cafe, I pulled out my chair and sat across from her. Her face glowed with happiness. "Erica, it's been forever!" she greeted me. "Ever since I had the baby, I barely get any time to myself anymore." "Sorry. I know this will sound weird, but… who's your husband?" Rachel was visibly taken aback. "What's going on with you? Erica, you were my bridesmaid. It's Alex Cooper, the guy next door."

she added, looking like a proud mother who's about to watch her daughter smash her bullies hard on the face. I revert my attention to her husband, growing bolder by the moment. “ I came to make one thing clear to you. I am Mrs. Devinsky. I am the legal wife of Aaron Devinsky…and his love,” I added, with a tilt in my tone. He chuckles lightly, keeping his attention on the folders, while standing.

But all I felt was heartbreak. Calvin had given everything he once owed me to Jenna. What did I even mean to him? A waiter wheeled in a big cake. Calvin took Jenna's hand, ready to cut it together, when the doors to the hall suddenly flew open. Everyone glanced over and saw Margaret, looking frail and sickly. Calvin's expression shifted instantly. "Mom?" "You two are not getting engaged!" Margaret was covered in dirt and limping, clearly having rushed from far away. "Calvin, have you forgotten about Clare? She just passed, and they still haven't found her body. H-How can you just turn around and marry this witch so quickly?"

Liam stutters. "We ran the tests three consecutive times sir. They all came back the same. Are you sure you're the parents of this child?"

“Have you seen my significant other?” “I haven’t. I haven’t even seen you.” I turned to Shirley. “Mrs. Carroll, this is my dear cousin, Patrick Richardson. Pat, may I introduce you to Shirley Carroll, Senator Carroll’s wife.” “From…California?” “Why, yes. I didn’t think that people in Georgia would know that.” Pat’s lips quirked. “I am from here. However, now I live with my partner in New York. It’s your husband’s work regarding the legalization of cultivating marijuana that I’m familiar with.”

I couldn't read anything from him while waiting for what I'm about to say. "The man you own as your husband is my real husband. I'm the legal wife!" I firmly said. She furrowed her brows and walked towards me. "What did you say?!" she said shakily. "You heard it right? His real name was Hezekiah Leric Grant! And I am his legal wife!" Shock registered on her face, lips quivered so bad. Her knees suddenly weakened. Her eyes pooled with tears as she tried to catch her breath while holding her chest.

I asked. "No, actually his name is Marcus. He is my.... actually....he is....my husband" Cheryl said. I felt a sudden type of hatred, disgust and pitiful feeling growing inside of me. How can someone be so low? How? Just think for a moment. I sighed and looked away. Soon our lawyers and cops were there. Some formalities were done and soon they all left with Patrick's. They will be behind the bars. Now, it was just mom, dad, Ethan, Cassandra and Me.

“O-Of course not. Nate, how could you think that? Gerald and I are just close friends now!” Only then did Nathan’s expression lighten up. “Sharon, you definitely cannot become a mistress. Gerald hates those sorts of people the most.” The matter between Paige and Patricia was not a secret within the Howard family. As Patricia’s precious “biological son”, he knew very clearly that his mother was only successful today because she, as a mistress, had usurped the first wife’s place. Regardless of whether North was a vixen, Gerald had already married her. As such, they were an official couple. Whether the match was a proper one was not an issue for others to criticize.

“Mrs. Valenci?” My mother jumped to her feet so fast the chair behind her toppled over. “Yes. Yes, that’s me.” I stood with her, my heart pounding. The doctor approached us, offering a calm, professional smile. “I’m Dr. Patel, the attending doctor on your husband’s case. He had a heart attack, ma’am. It was serious.” I saw my mother’s knees buckle slightly, so I gripped her elbow.