Ms Pat Real Husband Novels & Stories

I proceeded to asked him to be sure before coming to a conclusion. “Why are you shouting? What's the problem?” I asked him. “My plans of Patricia seeing me as a crippled man has failed.” He cried out. “What do you mean and who is Patricia?” “Patricia is my wife and the lady that was here few hours ago.” He admitted. “I pretended to be crippled just so I could know the kind of human she is.” “Hahaha… this is really funny. So you were playing hide and seek games with her. Well now that she has seen you, you have no choice but to tell her the truth.”

I interjected, my anger unyielding, "Susan is my wife, and I decide who gets to see her and who doesn't! This man will clearly not be seeing my wife!" The doctor turned to Patrick, who just remained silent all this while, and asked, "Who are you to the patient?" I didn't let Patrick speak before saying, "Doctor, I am the only family my wife has. He has no connection to her. Get him out of here." Patrick then revealed, "I am her ex-husband and the father of her child." His words infuriated me. "Father of her child, my foot! You are nothing but an incompetent fool trying to claim the family I have worked hard to build all this years."

My colleagues at the hospital started giving me strange looks. They'd gather in corners whispering, exchanging meaningful glances whenever I walked by. Occasionally I'd catch snippets of their conversations. "What's going on with Dr. Porter's husband?" "He's got a mistress, obviously." "Having a mistress is one thing. But bringing her to our hospital and flaunting their relationship? That's just cruel." "I heard Dr. Porter did something to deserve it. They've been married five years and still no kids."

“Oh! Thank you dear for informing me and bringing my son here to the hospital.” “No worries madam, may I excuse madam? I need to go home. My partner will be waiting for me at our house. And by the way, madam, may I know his name?” “He is Mark Spencer. He is our only son, but his already married to a Filipina lady. They have one child.” That was her answer to me. I was suddenly depressed that he was married, too bad he is still very handsome. I thought I still had a chance, haha! What happened to me, it’s like I don’t have my boyfriend!

The doctor could see the obvious pain in her eyes and he felt even more pity for this young Luna. "Luna, might I suggest something? I think you need to bring your husband for a check-up," the doctor suggested gently. "We should test him Just to rule out any potential issues on his end because I’ve said before, we can’t medically find anything wrong with you… but we don’t know about him yet."

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?"

“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!

I stumbled out of the hospital in a daze. The doctor had been smiling just moments ago, congratulating me on how healthy the baby was. Then, she casually asked, "When are you planning to register your marriage with the father?" I froze. I told her we had been married for five years. The doctor frowned and checked the system again. Finally, she turned the screen toward me. [Marriage Registration: None.] Five years ago, Enrico Salvatore slipped a ring onto my finger himself and told me all the paperwork had been taken care of. He said his position in the mafia made it inconvenient to go public.

He pinched her cheek and she slapped his arm again. "How nice of you two to act like an actual husband and wife!" Damon stopped when he heard Patricia and rolled his eyes. "We are actual husband and wife unlike someone who just grabbed a rich man's hand and entered the house... Everyone is not as lucky as you, Patricia!" He mocked. Mira noticed that today Patricia's attitude was different. She wasn't messing with him just for the sake of it, she had something in her mind. "Oh, right! Your mother must have married Leonardo, right?"

I said calmly, “Rather than adopting a furbaby, why don’t we get a divorce? Then you can have an actual baby with her.” … My husband, the award-winning actor Jonas Yves, held a grand confession ceremony for another woman. He publicly declared their relationship on the Internet, making headlines and moving hearts. As for me, his wife of eight years, I could only watch the raucous interview from the side like an outsider. The journalists on the scene were in an uproar. The fans in the front row were celebrating. The next second, Jonas put a matching ring on her finger. Under the spotlight, they looked like a perfect couple.