My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Chapter 212 You Are A Douchebag

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 played games with 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 now, he was dead.What have I done to deserve such a man who loves me and would give me his all…Suddenly, she heard footsteps coming from behind her and a voice that haunted her in her dreams.“Genevieve? Are you all right?”Genevieve turned back to see Marilyn walking toward her with the help of a housekeeper. Her pregnant belly was a spiteful sight to Genevieve as she took in Marilyn’s falsely caring expression on that evil face of hers.“I heard that Patrick died, so I just had to come to take a look.”All Genevieve could think about 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 red.“I’m going to kill you! I’ll f*cking kill you!” she screeched as she ran toward Marilyn.There was a strange glint in Marilyn’s eyes.Before she 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 time in jail.If Genevieve went into jail, Marilyn would make sure that she would never get out as long as she was still breathing.Marilyn’s housekeeper jumped in shock and hurriedly stood in front of Marilyn to protect her.Right then, a large hand reached out and gripped Genevieve’s wrist, sending her stumbling back.“Let me go!” Genevieve screamed as she tried to struggle out of his grasp. “I’m going to f*cking kill her! I’ll kill that b*tch!”Armand’s gaze darkened as he looked at her fit of madness. “Wake up, Genevieve. She’s pregnant. You can’t do anything to her.”“She killed Patrick! I want her to pay!”Genevieve lifted a hand, wanting to smack Armand across the face. However, as she blinked, his face swam more clearly into view and her body froze. A chill ran down her spine as she realized how unfamiliar this man was.He had been protecting Marilyn this whole time.No matter how many times Marilyn had tried to kill her, even now that Patrick was dead, he was still protecting her; his stony face remained expressionless.Armand didn’t dodge her hand, but Genevieve’s hand had stopped in midair.“Genevieve, you f*cking deserve this. This is all your fault!” she cursed at herself as she landed slap after slap on her own face as if to wake herself up.Before Armand could say anything,