Patricia Idv の小説・ストーリー

Patricia had been watching us all this time? “But she’s dead,” I whispered, voice barely holding steady. “So who’s still doing this?” Martinez flipped a page in his notebook, his eyes meeting mine. “We found one more thing in her files. Patricia had another daughter. Not Rebecca. A secret daughter she never admitted to. Her name is Diana Moore. She lives right here in the city.” He paused, the silence stretching. “And she works at Evan’s school. As his teacher’s aide.”

I may be hurt, but I have experienced being loved by STUART CORDOVAL. I am Patricia Sandoval, no longer sold to my ex-husband – now officially Patricia Sandoval-Cordoval.

She called fearfully, and looked at chairman Hewitt, waiting for him to say something. Chairman Hewitt stared at Patricia for a few seconds, and waved his hand at Esther. “You can go.” He ordered. “Okay, sir.” Esther said. She bent her neck and walked out. “Good day, chairman Hewitt.” Patricia greeted, filling her lips with a cute smile. Chairman Hewitt wanted to reply with the same energy as Patricia, so he forced a smile onto his face, but it didn’t come out good. “Good day, Matthew Patricia. The president of Ivy organization.”

"Eva's not a threat, please believe me, she's a sweet soul." I turned to Eva, smiling. "Please, have a seat." Eva narrowed her eyes slightly, taking in the scene, before settling down, she said absolutely nothing, not even a greeting, but I let it slide. Such behaviors are common among women. "Mrs Patricia here was the secretary to the former Sutherland, Quinn's dad and worked with him for over twenty years," I explained, trying to put everyone at ease. Mrs Patricia shifted uncomfortably in her seat. "I have a family to protect, Mr. Matt. I hope this doesn't interfere with my family?."

***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**

"It's Nurse Patricia from the medical center where you... where we met a few years back." My blood went cold. Patricia—the only person who knew the whole truth. She'd been there the night I'd given birth, terrified and alone. After I'd built my company and become successful, I'd helped her get a better position at a private practice. In return, she'd quietly erased my medical records from the old system. "Patricia," I forced out, keeping my tone steady even though my pulse thundered in my ears. "It's been a while." "I wanted to warn you. Someone's been asking questions. A private investigator. He was digging for information about you. About… that night."

What if Patricia really was working for Blake, and she had just told me that fake story to make me trust her? "Patricia," I said slowly. "Can I see your ID?" "Why?" "I just want to make sure you're really a nurse." Patricia looked nervous. "I don't have my ID with me." "What's your last name?" "Smith." "Patricia Smith?" "Yes." I didn't believe her. "What hospital do you work for?" "I work for a private medical service." "What's the name of the service?" "I... I don't think that's important." Patricia was definitely lying now.

But the other nurses behind her seemed to be in fear. "We are here for miss Sairham Dedutch on order of Mr Shaft." The man said, his subordinates standing behind him, all with serious expressions. Patricia knew who they were talking about but it was out of protocol to allow just anyone visit. "Your IDs...please." "We don't have one." "You don't have one?!" Patricia was perplexed. "I am sorry sir, but things are done in order here. I need your ID and the guardian's permission before I let you in."

“He walked in on us finishing.” “And then?” Evelyn asked. “He left,” Patricia said. “Next time I saw him he had divorce papers.” Patricia laughed softly. “That was the last time I had sex with anyone but myself.” “Patricia,” Evelyn said again. “And then I got a call,” Patricia said. “From the club.” Evelyn looked up. “They called you.” “They invited me back,” Patricia said. “To the Halloween party.” “You’re not going,” Evelyn said. “I am,” Patricia said. “And I’m having sex.”

"Then find one who'll do a consultation. At least understand what you're agreeing to." She's right. I know she's right. So I make an appointment with Patricia Chen—the lawyer Lila's coworker recommended. "She eats men like Julian for breakfast," Lila assured me. Patricia's office is expensive-looking. Glass and steel, modern art on the walls. I feel small and out of place in my borrowed clothes. "Mrs. Voss." Patricia is fiftyish, sharp-eyed, impeccably dressed. "Please, sit." I sink into the chair across from her desk, the divorce papers clutched in my hands.