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.

who had wanted to bring her to see the

such a man who loves me

behind her and a voice that haunted her in

you

housekeeper. Her pregnant belly was a spiteful sight to Genevieve as

that Patrick died, so I just had to come to

was how venomous 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 her vision became

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

a strange

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

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

in shock and hurriedly stood

a large hand reached out and gripped Genevieve’s wrist,

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

as he looked at her fit of madness. “Wake up, Genevieve. She’s pregnant. You

killed Patrick! I want her to

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