Ms Pat Real Husband Novels & Stories

" It was a gift from my husband." He looked at her and shook his head in disbelief. " Chase Tomas?" She straightened herself out then laughed, " No. He was just a guy I was staying with. My real husband is Angelo Martinez," I gasped. What? Chase Tomas wasn't her husband? How many secrets did she keep from me? " What do you mean? You have another husband?" She laughed. " No, silly, he was never my husband and he was never your father." My eyes went wide. " What do you mean he was never my father? "

I'm claiming my territory. " Oh, that's a relief," " I don't think we've met before," I say. She and my husband exchange a glance before she smiles and extends her hand to me, " I'm Patricia Home. Zuriel's former ... therapist," I feel my heart sink in my stomach. " P- Patricia?" I narrow my eyes at the child abuser. She takes a step back. I glare at my husband, who tightens his hold on my hand, but I fight to get it back. Is he in contact with this woman?

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.

We have an unspoken agreement to keep our relationship a secret because she was my late wife’s younger sister. No, I didn't cheat on my wife with her. Our relationship started after my wife's passing. My wife had passed immediately after birthing Rhett, and Adaline was the one who took care of him until he came of age. She is practically Rhett's Mom, and I guess that drew her to me- her striking resemblance to my late wife and her role in my son’s upbringing.

He proudly revealed his pristine track record for her to hear. ​ "I can't do it, Mr. Hawk. I love Aston. He is my husband. We love each other," Patricia said, her expression turning grave. ​ "That's the past, Pat. I am your present." Arthur pointed a finger at himself. Patricia shook her head slightly, forcing a bitter, weary smile. ​ "You're lying, Mr. Hawk." ​ "I'm lying? About what, Pat? Go ahead, tell me." ​

His chocolate brown hair that usually was kept pulled up in a tight bun, now flowed down to his shoulders. Patrick simply shrugged, entering the room after them before he closed the door. "She's fine, and to answer your question, Phoebe. No, I am not married, but maybe one day if I ever find my person." He replied with a friendly smile, walking over to his stool before pushing it closer to the patient's table where Phoebe was already waiting. "I see that you two have found your person and, soon, you'll be adding a third."

He had come to my window and my bed. Deciding on a glass of water, I gulped the contents down thirstily and walked to the office to go see my husband. Getting there, I realized the door was closed so as an eavesdropper that I was, I stuck my ear to the mahogany door. "Did you find out anything?" A voice said and realized that was my Beta. "No but the council are doing everything possible to stop him. He was at Moon Dust today. He could find here anytime soon." My husband's voice replied.

I pinched it on the side so it wobbled funny. Later, Emily Moreno came out of a door. The girl is our batch mate, but I'm not that close. Because this is one of my rivals with Zedrick who is still dead to my wife. "Oh, hi everyone! The one I've been waiting for is here!” It approached Zedrick and kissed. "Long time no see, Zedrick. You look even more beautiful now." Zedrick smiled. "Thanks. By the way, you're here," replied my husband who was still looking at the chest of the person in front of him because he was almost spitting on the shirt he was wearing as he forgot to wear a bra.

"That's between me and Vito." "Then I guess you haven't had sex," she concluded. I shrugged, crossing my legs and leaning back. "Mamma you are...maddening. Believe what you want." "I'm trying to help you. Your marriage is not consumated!" "Consummated?" I scoffed. "Mamma, this isn't 1569." "Well, if this marriage is not consummated during this week I'm telling your father. Your father will tell Giovanni and that wouldn't be very nice would it?"

Patricia took a deep breath. “Where is her irresponsible boyfriend?” asked Henry, annoyed. Patricia looked at Matilda as if they were talking through eyes. “I have never seen anyone as irresponsible as him” he said. “He is the worst father….” He continued when Matilda had abruptness. “Doctor he is not my boyfriend and he is not the father, he is a friend” said Matilda exhausted. “Oh, sorry I thought he is the father, where is the father then?” asked Henry. Both Matilda and Patricia exchange looks.