Ms Pat's Husband Novels & Stories

She felt bad when I told her about my mother’s sickness and she understood why I had to do what I did. I didn’t know if was stupid how she always supported what I did or if she was just being a good friend. “I’m getting married.” Patrick paused while I continued shooting. “What?” “M.A.R.R–“ “I know how to spell that.” He interrupted. “I’m just wondering when the hell you got a boyfriend because if I recall, you only shot me down two weeks ago. You weren’t in the headspace for a relationship but you’re suddenly getting married?” I winced. That sounded bad.

“That’s bullshit! You're the one who lied to me! You told me your wife was a boring old hag! You said you wanted to spend your life with me! “Now that you’re in trouble, you’re going to throw me under the bus? Dream on!” When Tyler noticed that the situation was spiraling out of control, he quietly edged toward the wall, hoping to slip away in the chaos. Before he could make it two steps, a hospital security guard stationed at the door grabbed him and pinned him in place. I looked down at Justin with undisguised disgust and sent him sprawling with a hard kick. “Our marriage?” I stared at him from above. My gaze was as cold as ice. “Last October, I contracted malaria in Afrikad. My fever hit

They supposed that no matter how bad a woman was it would not reflect in her care towards her sick husband Being a good actress moreover stood her in good stead , she would pretend with crocodile tears of being overly concerned about the health condition of her husband whenever anyone visited As soon as the person left the ward ,she would with grin on her face clean away her make believe tears She had at once fired Patricia, the SMD ,Dr Joe and Dr Michael for daring her She had reconked that with the four out of the way, the coast would be clear for her. No other person would suspect her or know what she had in mind. she was thus resolute to see that her husband did not recover from the sick

Margaret had gotten better, and one day, she asked who had covered her medical bills. The nurse smiled and said, "Who else could it be? Your son! Didn't you know? He was really nervous before the surgery. I can tell right away how much he cares about you. But it's strange—I haven't seen him around these last few days." Margaret's eyes went wide with realization. She sprang out of bed and bolted out. I watched her drag her frail body to Calvin's place. In the bathroom, someone lay still in the bathtub, covered in blood.

Eventually, I graduated from college. The day I brought my boyfriend home was also the day she told me she had found someone new. It wasn't until we each brought our partners to see each other that we realized we'd fallen in love with the father-and-son duo from the Patterson family. A month later, the both of us got married on the same day. I was married to firefighter Walter Patterson, the son, while Mom was married to Thomas Patterson, the dean of a veterinary hospital. Walter's mother had died from cancer a few years ago. On our wedding day, Mom had held Walter's hand in hers, saying, "Wally, I'll be your mother from today onward."

Disgusted, I tossed the phone back to him without reading further. "Did you conveniently forget I was at the hospital caring for your mother back then, and I didn't leave until after she passed away? Another thing—you never once mentioned to me who your first love was. What am I, psychic? If I had that kind of power, I wouldn't have gotten trapped in the flood and nearly died!" Patrick stood frozen, staring at his phone as he considered my words. Then, I watched as he opened messages from the hospital staff, confirming that on those days, I had indeed been occupied taking care of his mother and had not even picked up my phone.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry." Vito scoffed. "And even if I was that desperate, it wouldn't be you, trust me." I frowned as I turned and rushed into the bathroom. Figlio di puttana (son of a bitch). . . . . . I showered and went downstairs for breakfast. Thankfully, Vito was nowhere to be seen. "Where's my son-in-law?" Mamma asked cheerfully as she sat at the dining table where breakfast was sprawled out. I rolled my eyes at her. "I don't know, mamma."

“That’s right. “ If this is a business meeting, dressed as a family one, and if it is about the new company we're working on with Philip, then… “What about my husband? “ I ask, “Will Conor attend?” “I am afraid not, Miss. “ the maid says, “He is travelling to Paris today, and he informed the staff he would be back tomorrow at the earliest. “ Perfect “Well, that’s too bad. “ I say. “I'm sure you were aware..” ‘No, of course, “ I wave a hand, “It just slipped my mind. “

Just as she had taken a few bites of her meal, the sound of a car suddenly echoed from outside, followed by the slow arrival of a Maserati. Diana froze for a moment. It should be John's father, Max Matthews, returning. She wasn't familiar with this so-called father-in-law, but she knew that his relationship with John was not good. Sure enough, John served her a piece of beef without even lifting his eyelids. "Sir," Mr. Anderson hurriedly walked in and said, "Miss Patel has arrived!"

After returning home, Patricia thought the matter would be over, but Martin persisted, "Where did you go today? Who did you meet?" Patricia casually replied, "Just a friend!" Martin sneered in a cold voice, "A friend? Is it Hunter?" Patricia looked up with surprise evident on her face, "How do you know Hunter?" "How could I not know Hunter?" Martin self-deprecatingly smiled, "My wife sleeps in my arms, and she dreams of calling out that name for two whole years. How would I not know him?" It was as if Patricia had been struck by lightning, her mind went blank and thunderous.