Ms Pat's Husband Novels & Stories

the door opened before I could finish talking and I went silent. "I saw Patrick leaving just now. Is something wrong?" He looked around and his eyes landed on me. "Excuse me," Marta said and left the room. "Are you okay? You look pale" "Y-yeah....I'm good. He was just here to check on me" "And you say you're okay? Did something happen?" "I was throwing up" he rushed to my side. "Did you eat something bad? Did he give you something?" "No, he didn't. The thing is...I think, there's a chance I may be pregnant" I said in one breath. There was silence, and I looked up to gauge his reaction.

“You know what hurts the most?” His eyes returned to mine and I shook my head as fresh tears slid down my face. “No.” “The accident doesn’t hurt the most.” I pointed toward the report. “Neither do the injuries.” His expression tightened. “What hurts is realizing my husband thinks so little of me.” He looked stricken now and for the first time in weeks, he looked ashamed. “Serena.” His voice sounded rough. “I’m sorry.” I stared at him blankly when he uttered those empty words.

My step son, Matthew opened the door and caught me red handed, literally. I had just been getting back into my rhythm so I let out a moan as he walked into my room. Matthew stopped and stared at my naked body. Matthew was Peter’s son from his first wife Jocelyn. Jocelyn had divorced Peter eleven years ago, one year before we got married, and he had been a single dad to the nine year old Matthew for a full year. I had started dating Peter and decided to marry him precisely because Matthew and I connected so much. Peter was now infertile so he couldn’t have any other child with me.

"Are you into threesomes?" My soon to be husband asked me on our first date. I was mid-way through my cocktail and it immediately went down the wrong pipe. I broke into a cough, scrambling for anything to relief the choking. I didn't know which was worse, the question or the fact that I would be marrying a man I just met, in three days. The bastard sat across from me in his tailored suit, one leg crossed over the other, unmoving. He had his elbow on the table between us and his temple leaning against his index finger while his ice blue eyes stared into my soul.

"He took advantage of a dying woman." Mr. Santoro's expression hardened. "My nephew is one of the finest men I know. He took care of your mother in her final months, asked for nothing in return, and has been maintaining that restaurant out of his own pocket for the past year. "I signed the papers in silence, my hand shaking with anger. When I got back to the restaurant, Gus was still there. "All set with Mr. Santoro?" he asked."You married my mother."He stopped wiping, his shoulders tensing slightly. "Yes."

"Nate, redo the divorce agreement my way. If you refuse, I'll find her no matter where she moves. Even if you drag me to the police station, I'll fight you to the end. "A mistress has no right to spend my money or sleep with my husband. "You guys, bring him back. Since he's injured, he should stay in the hospital and rest properly." "You wouldn't dare!" Nate blustered. I laughed. "What wouldn't I dare? My family hasn't even said a word yet. Do you really think that's because they don't want to get involved or because they're scared?" I patted his face. "Don't forget how I married you in the first place. I had all that money!"

Their parents separated. Marissa was abroad back then, and she always sent money for her children's expenses, but all that was also spent when Harissa suddenly fell ill. And unfortunately, she also caught the father of her children with a woman through a photograph. The woman allegedly sent the photo of the woman who, until now, was her husband's mistress. "Where are we going, Ma'am?" asked the driver. Pat was sitting in the front because she couldn't support her somewhat obese sister. "At Nasrullah Medical Hospital,” Pat answered, and the taxi driver nodded in response.

And Chris asked, "You don't seem to look happy, man. I hope all is well?." Chris pretended to be a little worried and concerned for Patrick. And Patrick sighed and replied, "I'm fine, nothing serious." Patrick popped open his drink and poured it out into his glass cup, and Chris said, "Oh, don't tell me that. Is it because Anita is already married to Matthew Days? Is that why you look like this?" Chris chuckled.

"How is your husband doing?" "He’s good. But that's the reason why I invited you to be here with me.” "Wait. Why? Does something happen?" Patricia replaced the fork and knife and leaned closer to her with enthusiasm. "Don't say to me that you just catch your husband cheating with another woman?" "That …" "So that's right!? That's too much! You guys just got married a month and he immediately cheated on you?! How dare him!" Patricia's loud voice caught the attention of the crowd in the quiet bistro. She lowered her head, hiding her flushed face because of her friend's attitude while telling her friend to lower the volume of her voice.

She then returned to her place,cleaned Adrianna's hand with a wet wipe and whispered, "I'm sorry my love" Patrick Walters looked from across the cemetery, he was leaving when he had seen Martha and Adrianna. He was curious. He had not seen his son during the entire ceremony glance at the infant or hold her. For an eighty-six year old man, his eyesight was exceptional. He still looked like he was in his sixty's, strikingly handsome with silver greying hair. He dressed in a black and white pin striped suit. His wife Felicia had also seen what her husband was intently staring at,"should we not atleast meet the child, dearest husband?"