Ms Pat's Husband Novels & Stories

“Madam, I’m not sure about the specifics. I only know that Mr. Rowland went to see Ms. Matthams yesterday at noon, but they seemed to have quarreled. Mr. Rowland was so angry that he drank all night in Sleepless City. Then, he went to the company in the wee hours and stayed in the office until dawn before heading to Ms. Mattham’s house again this morning. However, he came back down soon after, and his expression was even worse than yesterday...” After hearing Jonathan’s words and connecting them with what her son just said, Patricia vaguely understood what had happened. Her son was dumped. That was unexpected. “What did you say Ms. Mattham’s name was?” She asked. Jonathan answered honestly,

I said. “Dr Pat is back at the Citadel's hospital,” Lance said. “Really? When did he get back? Did he bring his mate with him?” I asked. “One question at a time, Your Majesty,” Lance teased. “He came back yesterday, and no, he didn't find his mate.” “What a pity. A whole year of traveling without finding his mate. He might have to settle for a chosen mate,” I said. Dr Pat was a doctor at the Citadel’s hospital. Young, handsome, and very intelligent. He was the one and only doctor I had contacted about my inability to get pregnant and he assured me that I was okay.

"You investigated her?!" "Yes, I did. We made a promise to always have each other's backs and prevent each other from making mistakes. Don't you remember? Well, even if you don't, I do. So, I had to investigate her to make sure she's the right one for you," Patricia explained. "What did you find out, Patricia?" Marcella asked, her voice trembling, her tears already mixed with her words. "I found out that you retired from your post because you were pregnant and your husband died in a plane crash. Your son is a year old. Should I mention where you go when you're free?"

This dinner will be over if Mrs Cooper ever found out that me and my husband were on the path to divorce. I was super grateful that we kept our separation quiet. "Uh I see, the same thing with my Patrick here. He is ever busy and I had to drag him off work for him to be present here." She smiled fondly patting her husband's hand sharing a I became uncomfortable and had to look away at that the moment that passed between them. "Is that your husband?" Patrick Cooper spoke for the first time since we arrived here. "What?" I asked confused. My back was away from the entrance.

Always Sarah. "Mother, please," Matt said, but there was no real conviction in his voice. "I'm just stating facts, dear," Patricia continued. "Perhaps Stacy should see a specialist. Clearly, something is wrong with her." Something is wrong with me. Those words echoed in my head. If only they knew the truth. If only they knew their precious son refused to let me get pregnant. "I'm sure it will happen when the time is right," I said, keeping my voice steady even though I wanted to scream.

I shooked my head vigorously in a no and he only chuckled again. “Please...don't harm Patricia. She's...innocent Mason.” My mind went back to Patricia and I had to beg him somehow to not hurt the poor woman. “And why shouldn't I hurt her my dear wife? She helped my wife to escape. She also lied about your test results.” He smirked seeing my shocked face. How did he know she was lying about my tests. “Wondering how I knew? I have my ways in getting people to spill out the truth. You have no idea who I really am dear wife. You're about to find out.” His smirk only got plastered wider on his lips and that shooked my body violently.

I was pouring another drink, ignoring the phone in my pocket, drowning in my own selfish misery while my wife, my wife was at home, alone, in pain. A sharp breath left my lungs. My father was right. I had done this. I had killed my child. With my own hands. I forced myself to swallow the suffocating lump in my throat. “Where is my wife?” Dr. Patel hesitated, and my stomach clenched. “She’s still in a coma,” he admitted. “But she’s stable. We are doing everything we can. I promise you, Morgan, I will do everything in my power to bring her back.”

Margaret, approached the stand. "Dr. Patel, can you tell the court your relationship to the deceased, Sarah Hale?" "She was my patient," Dr. Patricia said, her voice barely audible. "She was admitted for cancer treatment eight years ago." "And did you provide that treatment?" "Yes. At first. But then..." Dr. Patricia broke down crying. "Then Melissa Hale approached me." "What did Mrs. Hale want?"

After being married for over ten years, my husband suddenly changed. He started saying he needed to chase true love, that since I’m not his Mate, he couldn’t stay with me and our daughter anymore. But what’s ironic is, he forgot that before we got married, he was just an orphan my father took in. Without me, he'd be nothing. { Sky } Every day I wake up, I feel blessed. I never get out of bed without expressing my gratitude to the highest power, the Moon Goddess, for giving me such a blessed life.

"Ciao." Still unsettled, I turned and went in search of Patrick. He was at the outdoor grill, talking with two of his longtime friends as he turned the barbecue with the tongs, a wine of glass in the other hand. James, one of the men had just gone through a terrible divorce with his wife after being married for fifteen years. Patrick had told me he'd been having a hard time being away from his children after they started sharing custody. "Hey guys. Would I be interrupting anything?"