Ms Pat's Husband Novels & Stories

"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?"

he replied, that teasing glint in his eyes that always made me melt. I couldn’t hold it in. Questions were piling up. “So… Patty Mama and Mama Espe?” My voice wavered slightly, a mix of concern and curiosity. He set his coffee down and sighed. “Patty Mama… the park doctors said she needed rehab. She’s already there. And Mama Espe…” He hesitated, letting the truth settle like heavy stones. “Oh my God!” I exclaimed, hands flying to my face. “So she’s… already in rehab?”

Patrick gave Darrell a couple of glances as he recollected about Grandma May’s past. “Uncle True, I’m very devoted to my wife too.” Darrell understood the meaning behind Patrick’s glances and immediately made it clear that he was also a doting husband. Patrick smiled with satisfaction. “I can tell that you dote on our Missy Drey very much.”

Chapter 150 ~Kesley~ “Husband?” I spun around to find Dr. Patricia standing there, an amused but startled expression on her face. “Oh, wow. I didn’t realize you were married,” she said, clearly surprised by the revelation. “Erm... no... I mean, yes, I have a fiancé...” I started fumbling over my words, my face heating up. She let out a soft, melodic laugh. “Aww. Look at you, all blushing,” she teased. She gestured toward the door, shifting back into professional mode. “I’m just here to check Kim’s vitals.”

After the deal, the System only gave me seven days to live and settle my affairs. On the first day, I got into a physical fight with Jack, trying to force him to return the untouched medicine. On the second day, I could only cry myself unconscious outside our daughter's hospital room, hating myself for trusting Jack and single-handedly destroying her only chance to survive. Today is the third day. Now that I've clearly realized I'm really going to die, I've calmed down to handle my affairs.

His chocolate brown hair that usually was kept pulled up in a tight bun, now flowed down to his shoulders. Patrick simply shrugged, entering the room after them before he closed the door. "She's fine, and to answer your question, Phoebe. No, I am not married, but maybe one day if I ever find my person." He replied with a friendly smile, walking over to his stool before pushing it closer to the patient's table where Phoebe was already waiting. "I see that you two have found your person and, soon, you'll be adding a third."

she said while hugging her. “Where is your mom?” asked Matilda. “In the kitchen” said Azalea. She went to the kitchen, Patricia was cooking. “Hey Patricia, how are you?” she asked while hugging her. “Mel, I really missed you” said Patricia. “I felt lonely without you guys” said Matilda sadly. “Hey don’t be. We are here with you,” said Patricia while hugging her. “I checked upon you and found out that you are pregnant. Who is the father? Is it that guy sitting out?” she asked, pointing at Manfred.

It was Pat—his face pale and eyes filled with tears. "I'm sorry if I'm interrupting," she said, then looked at Ingrid. "R-Raffy said you were in the conference room." She quickly approached her cousin. "What happened?" "It's Papa," Pat answered tearfully. "He's in the hospital. He had a heart attack." "Oh my God!" said Ingrid. "I'm going home right now. I already got Raffy's permission. I’ll commute since Maki has the car. He’s in Aurora right now. Are you coming with me, coz?"

Practiced. But not complete. “And his wife?” I asked. That did it. A small pause. A tiny shift in his expression. “She is just the wife of my boss,” he replied. Just. That word alone told me he was hiding something. I leaned back slightly. He knew how far we had gone. And he didn’t like it. ⸻ I turned a page. “We have information that you were at Mr. Patrick’s house on the day of his death.” No reaction.