Ms Pat's Husband Novels & Stories

“I’m Trent, Ashley’s—“ “Ashley’s husband! Oh my goodness dear, I’m very sorry.” Huh? Husband—well I’m not complaining. The woman said and gave me a hug. “I am Martha Gregory and this is my husband, Pete. We called your cell using Ashley’s phone. We had to rush him to the hospital after he fainted during lunch.” Martha looked a bit sad as she held her husband’s hand.

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.”

The hospital kept me slammed. Made some new friends. Spent more time with Aunt Sophia—honestly, that was the best part. Then, six months later, I got this call. Some hospital way out in the country. The voice was urgent. "Hello, is this Mrs. Cooke? Peter Cooke's been in a serious car accident. We need you to come in as soon as possible." I froze. That's when it hit—Peter was hurt. They kept pressing, but I cut in. "I'm not his wife. You'll need to contact his family."

The worst situation she feared came true after all. Her husband....was comatose. She married not only a crippled but a comatose husband. *****

Damn, is this the mafia life and the reason why Dr Patrick doesn't want to get into it even though he's part of the family? *******

“You don’t get to ask questions. You don’t get answers. You don’t get me.” The glow fades. But the damage is done. Both of us feel it. Something inside me shifted. Something real. Something dangerous. He rakes a shaky hand through his hair. “You shouldn’t walk away like this,” he says. “Not when things are this complicated.” “Complicated?” I laugh dark, humorless. “You mean because your mistress is pregnant?” His face tightens. “This isn’t fair.” “Oh, no,” I say. “Fair would have been honest. Fair would have been telling me before the world found out. Fair would have been treating me like your wife.”

My cab smelled like faded perfume and ambition. Patterson’s clinic was in between a spa and an expensive boutique, he had his own clinic although he works in St Mary's hospital. The clinic was a kind of neutral place rich people used when discretion mattered. When he saw me, he took me to a back consultation room that has clinical white, high-end equipment, a large desk between us that made everything seem official. “Ms. Hawthorne,” he said, as he avoided looking into my eyes. I pulled up the screenshot I’d saved of the DNA results and slid my phone across. “This is the test you ran. It shows Adrian Martinez is Pink’s biological mother.”

he pressed, his tone laced with urgency. I blinked, taken aback. "We've known each other since high school. Why?" I asked, genuinely puzzled by his sudden curiosity. Mr. Paterson's eyes darted around the room, ensuring no one else was listening. "We run in the same circles. I've known that man for years. He's not good news. You should be careful," he said, his voice grave. I felt a surge of disbelief, "What? That’s crazy. You understand that he's my husband, right?" I said, trying to grasp the point he was making.

***Pat’s POV*** I wish she could get away from that man! “So that was her husband?” Grant asked. “Yeah, a real piece of shit. He treats her like crap, and tries to control her every move. I wish she could get away from him.” Patricia responded. “That’s horrible. Why doesn't she leave him?” Grant asked. “No family, and no money.” Patricia said. “That’s terrible. Where I live they have women’s shelters to help with that.” Grant responded. “Yeah, not here.” Patricia said. **End of Pat’s POV**

Patrick said, "You're aware of my history with Luna. I made some mistakes in the past, but now I aim to end Shayne and Luna's relationship. As Shayne's ex-wife, you must still have some lingering feelings for him, right? "If that's the case, we're on the same page. Why not join forces?" Observing his confident demeanor, I smiled and asked, "With all your research, didn't you discover who my current husband is?" Patrick responded calmly, "Have you really found someone better than Shayne?" "Indeed, I have," I replied with a smile. "I'm now married to Julian, and he's far superior to Shayne. So, there's no need to worry—I have no feelings for Shayne anymore."