My Husband Is A Gary Stu

Chapter 212 You Are A Douchebag

“No! He can’t be dead! You have to save him!” Genevieve cried out, shaking the doctor’s hand on her knees. “He’s only in his twenties. He can’t die. Please, I’m begging you…”

“I’m sorry. There’s nothing I can do.” The doctor pushed Genevieve’s hands away.

Genevieve looked at the man on the gurney and continued crying, unable to even see anything through her tears.

She looked at Steven. “Steven, please save Patrick. You can save him, right?”

Steven didn’t answer. He held back the pain in his heart as he reached out to pull the white cloth over his younger brother’s body.

Genevieve collapsed into a pile on the floor and sobbed her heart out.

She didn’t allow any of them to even suggest cremating Patrick here. In a daze, she followed Steven back to Jadeborough—Patrick’s hometown.

Still, she couldn’t muster up the courage to step into the funeral home. She stood outside and watched as Steven and a worker pushed Patrick in.

She had no more tears left to cry.

the ocean one day, and he was the man

man who loves me and would give

from behind her and a voice that haunted her

Are you

walking toward her with the help of a housekeeper. Her pregnant belly was a spiteful sight to Genevieve as she took in Marilyn’s falsely caring

I just had to come to

she had sounded over the phone as she forced Patrick to choke down the pill and her evil laughter as she watched him die. She began quivering in anger, and

kill you! I’ll f*cking kill

strange glint in Marilyn’s

police, who were now on their way. If Genevieve attacked a poor pregnant lady like Marilyn,

would make sure that she would never get out

stood in front

and gripped Genevieve’s wrist, sending her

me go!” Genevieve screamed as she tried to struggle out of his

as he looked at her fit of madness. “Wake

Patrick! I

swam more clearly into view and her body froze. A chill ran down her spine as she realized how unfamiliar