Patrick Bateman x Fem! Reader

Chapter 3 leaving?

Sorry for missing again, but I have been busy! And happy new year!
This story will be left off from chapter 2! So I hope you guys enjoy!
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Your POV
Once you hear the door click you quickly push Patrick's face away from mine and scooting away from him.
"Paul!" You say getting up.
" y-Yy/Nn!" He said drunkenly.
'Oh thank god...' maybe luck was on your side.
You walk over to him.
" do you need help hun?" You say walking over to him.
He smiled a bright smile hugging you.
" I-Iwant to go to bed!" He shouted pointing his finger towards your shared room.
"Ok hun, I'll be with you in a moment Patrick." You say walking towards your shared room.
" okay lay down hun. " you say helping him sit on the bed.
" y/n...?"
"Yes?" You said pulling the blankets up.
"Let's get a div-orce..." he said drifting off to sleep.
Your heart shattered.
Why?
Why?
Why?
Why?
Why?

What could I have done wrong. Oh, Paul, please. Who will love me-
You heard a door slam shut. You ran out to the living room a very nice paper with nice hand writing.

I'll wait for you my dear,
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P.S. now we can be together.

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Patrick's POV

'Damn Paul! Damn him! I could of  swooned y/n! Why!? He has everything! He has a nicer car! A nicer house! A nicer job! And an amazing wife! Why can't I at least have her?' I went to her room to see what was happening since she was taking quite long and I wanted to leave. Until I heard him say it. My chance to victory.
"Let's..get a div-orce..." Paul told her. I smirked. I grabbed a thin piece of paper and wrote on it. Walking out of the house.
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Your POV

You sat down trying to comprehend everything.
'But Paul was drunk! H-he probably doesn't mean it.'
You came up with a quick idea and went outside to Paul's car.
You opened the unlock car searching for his brief case. Once found, you opened it.
Oh how you wish everything was just a dream. A bad dream.
Divorce papers.
You couldn't stop him from wanting this.
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1 week later.

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You had grabbed the papers that day. You slowly packed making sure that Paul had no idea.
Till it was time you made a lot of money since a week, and although you feel odd about it, you've been talking to Patrick.
And he was right he made you laugh, feel happy, and just be happy being yourself.
You signed the divorce papers putting it on the table. The money you saved up was good enough for three days for a hotel. You grabbed all your things, calling for a taxi.
You left.
You felt, free?
You didn't have to be in such i sad state and constantly worried for your now ex husband.
You sighed as you leaned into the leather seats of the taxi.

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You arrived at the hotel. Once you got there you changed into some clothes and fell flat on the bed.
'What am I going to do? I have three days. I can call Patrick! No..I said we could stay friends, and maybe we could grow after I divorce Paul. I mean I am divorced.. No! What about Jean?' You quickly got off the bed and dialed Jean's number.

"Hello?"
"Hey Jean it's y/n!" You said glad she answered.
" Oh hey y/n! How have you been?" She asked.
"Well I divorced Paul..." you said wondering if you truly would find someone.
" I'm so sorry y/n, how can I help?" She asked.
"Uhm I know this a lot to ask but could I maybe stay with you until I get back on my feet again?" You asked.
" Of course! Anything for you!"
" Oh my god thank you so much!" You said, jumping up and down.
"Of course that's what friends are for!"
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You moved in with Jean, she set some ground rules. And you started applying for jobs. And Jean was trying to figure out how she can possibly help you work with her.