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.

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

I done to deserve such a man who loves

footsteps coming from behind her and

you all

help of a housekeeper. Her pregnant belly was a spiteful sight to Genevieve as she took

just had to

venomous she had sounded over the phone as she forced Patrick to choke down the

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

was a strange glint in Marilyn’s

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

make sure that she would never get

hurriedly stood

and gripped Genevieve’s wrist, sending

as she tried to struggle out of his grasp. “I’m going to f*cking kill her! I’ll

as he looked at her fit of madness. “Wake up, Genevieve.

killed Patrick! I want her

swam more clearly into view and her body