My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Chapter 212 You Are A Douchebag

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,