Novel & Cerita Ms Pat's Husband

“I’ll be honest, I’m a bit nervous. But as long as I have you, I know that everything will be alright.” “And I meant what I said about being there every step of the way. No matter what mood swings you go through, I’ll be there for you when you need me.” “It’s still so unreal to have someone as incredible as you to have as a husband.” I say. “Don’t ever think that this is all too good to be true for you. Because all of this is a dream come true for me. Do you know why?” “Why?” “Because I have you as my mate, and there's no one else in the world for me other than you.”

I'm claiming my territory. " Oh, that's a relief," " I don't think we've met before," I say. She and my husband exchange a glance before she smiles and extends her hand to me, " I'm Patricia Home. Zuriel's former ... therapist," I feel my heart sink in my stomach. " P- Patricia?" I narrow my eyes at the child abuser. She takes a step back. I glare at my husband, who tightens his hold on my hand, but I fight to get it back. Is he in contact with this woman?

Patrick had traveled all night from Swallowston to Northrive but had yet to calm down. He stormed into the living room in a rage. “You’re home, Father.” Jimmy hastily walked over to welcome his father’s arrival. Jimmy’s mother, Rosie, quickly came out of the room too. Rosie Wade was forty years old this year and was ten years younger than Patrick. She had become his mistress when she was eighteen and became pregnant with Jimmy. She only married Patrick legally after Joanna’s mother passed away.

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?"

she confessed laughing and I joined in imagining the sight. I sat there torn between my emotions watching as Patsy finished off her scarf, not only was being with Hannah a wrong since I was married, it was also a crime b- "Ms Patience," a voice called out and I looked over to see Daniel Patsy's husband standing beside her with a smile on his face. "Mr Daniel," I greeted back happy to see him, it would seem as if I knew the man for years with the stories that Patsy told Hannah and I.

"I also don't know because I wasn't able to visit him even once in jail. I was really afraid of what he could do. My family might also be affected. He will hurt my kids, my husband ..." "You married someone?" I immediately asked. "But Patry said in his interviews that he is single." She smiled at me and held my hands. "I don't love Patry." "But you said you liked him ..." I insisted. "I like him but I love my husband even more. Since we were in high school, he was really the one my heart was beating for. Patry only helped me in imprisoning my father." I couldn’t speak because of what I found out. She herself imprisoned her Dad along with Patry.

I interjected, my anger unyielding, "Susan is my wife, and I decide who gets to see her and who doesn't! This man will clearly not be seeing my wife!" The doctor turned to Patrick, who just remained silent all this while, and asked, "Who are you to the patient?" I didn't let Patrick speak before saying, "Doctor, I am the only family my wife has. He has no connection to her. Get him out of here." Patrick then revealed, "I am her ex-husband and the father of her child." His words infuriated me. "Father of her child, my foot! You are nothing but an incompetent fool trying to claim the family I have worked hard to build all this years."

he added "What?" they both exclaimed "I am suspecting a foul play but I want to be sure," he added "Are you saying someone did this to her," Mr Peterson asked "I am afraid so," the doctor replied "What happened to Patricia?" Mrs Peterson asked as if she didn't hear what the doctor had said earlier. "I am sorry. She is still at the morgue. Would you like to see her?" the doctor asked and they both nodded a yes. He called someone and they were taken to the hospital morgue and it was true, their only daughter was gone. Mrs Peterson breaks down in tears. Her husband moved her away from the morgue trying to console her.

Mrs Pat looked down sadly. “I mean…not that I am supporting my ex but the West kicked him and his mother out. What did she expect?” I placed my palm on my cheeks, feeling hot all over. "You knew your ex-husband was a West before I talked to you yesterday right?" She asked. "Yes," I breathe in deeply. "Just connecting the dots and it turned out true. I am so tired, and I think I need to get out of these problems. I don't want my son to suffer..." Tears rolled down my face.

Celeste asked, her tone sharp with confusion. “I’m getting to that,” Peter replied, taking a deep breath. “Her husband, Marcus Bartz, was my best friend over 20 years ago. After my accident, Valerie married him. I don’t blame them—they grieved my supposed death together and built a life. But when they found out I was alive, she couldn’t process it. No matter how much she tried, she couldn’t move forward.”