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.

to see the ocean

have I done to deserve such a man who loves me and would give me

heard footsteps coming from behind her and a voice that haunted her in her

Are you

Her pregnant belly was a spiteful sight to Genevieve as she took in Marilyn’s falsely caring expression on

Patrick died, so I just

choke down the pill

you! I’ll f*cking kill you!” she

strange glint in

arrived, she had already called the police, who were now on their way. If Genevieve attacked a poor pregnant lady like Marilyn, she would definitely get

sure that she would never get out as long as she

jumped in shock and hurriedly stood in front of Marilyn

and

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

as he looked at her fit of madness.

Patrick! I

Armand across the face. However, as she blinked, his face swam more clearly into view