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.

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

done to deserve such a man

from behind her and a voice that haunted

Are you all

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

just had to come to take

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

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

was a strange

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

jail, Marilyn would make sure that she would never

in shock and hurriedly stood in front of

out and gripped Genevieve’s wrist,

out of his grasp. “I’m going to f*cking kill

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

I want

face swam more clearly into view and her body