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.

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 her more than anyone else. And

I done to deserve such a man who

heard footsteps coming from behind her and a

you

pregnant belly was a

so I just had to come to take

down the pill and her evil laughter as she watched him die. She began quivering in

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

was a strange

their way. If Genevieve

would make sure that she would never get out as long as

jumped in shock and hurriedly stood in

hand reached out and gripped Genevieve’s wrist, sending

of his grasp. “I’m going to f*cking kill her! I’ll

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

killed Patrick! I want her to

hand, wanting to smack Armand across the face. However, as she blinked, his face swam more clearly into view and her