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.

games with her and made her happy; he was the man who had wanted to bring her to see the ocean one day, and he was the man who had killed for her and had loved

to deserve such a man who loves me and would give me his

and a voice that

Are you

turned back to see Marilyn 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

that Patrick died, so I just had to come

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 her

you! I’ll f*cking kill you!” she screeched as she ran toward

a strange glint

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

she

housekeeper jumped in shock and hurriedly stood in front of Marilyn to protect

large hand reached out and gripped Genevieve’s wrist,

she tried to struggle out of his grasp. “I’m

looked at her fit of madness. “Wake up, Genevieve. She’s pregnant. You can’t

Patrick! I want her

to smack Armand across the face. However, as she blinked, his face swam more clearly