Novel & Cerita Gerard Way Three Cheers

Both I and his friend step back giving them space to get to the bar. The friend that stepped back with me introduces himself as Mark, and I introduce myself as well. We exchange a little small talk back and forth. He says he thinks he has seen me at work, and I told him that he probably has. The conversation is awkward and forced. Nothing flowed easily between us, and we could not find anything that we had in common. Finally, we both quit trying to force it and watch Kendra and his friend making out in the corner of the bar.

Which brings us back to where we started. The third wedding. The moment everything changed. Standing at the altar in my white silk gown, watching Miles's face change as his assistant burst through the doors. Feeling my grip tighten on his wrist as he tried to leave. Hearing him say those words again: "Valeria has no one else. I have to go to her." But this time was different. This time, something inside me didn't just crack—it shattered completely. Because as Miles walked away from me for the third time, as I stood there listening to the whispers and feeling the pitying stares, I finally understood something crucial that I should have seen years ago:

Annaliese whispered to William. “How come?” “Both Gerard and Beatrice are accurate shooters. So, are you good at shooting or not?” William furrowed his eyebrows. “I hope so,” he said. “Then it means no.” She clicked her tongue in desperation. Her alcohol tolerance was low. Four cups of beer and she would pass out. She had one before so she had only three chances left. Gerard and Beatrice smirked victoriously as if they had won the game. They were competitive that a small game mattered to them. They would do their best to win.

His voice was hoarse as he said, "Please cancel the reservation." Martha nodded and stepped aside to let them leave. She exhaled with a sigh. "Lisa, this is the most I can do for you." Three days had passed since my cremation. Janice had just returned from a trip. Seeing Jasper and Casey sitting in the living room, she rushed over like always, wrapping herself around them. "Jasper, Casey, you've been so busy with work lately and haven't had time for me. I miss you two so much."

A family of three. The photos were arranged neatly in chronological order, from maternity shoots to his one-month celebration, all the way to Cody’s second birthday. As the so-called mother who had raised him for three years, I didn’t have a single proper photo with him. My entire body trembled as I stared at Dorian. "Three years ago, in the delivery room… The child I gave birth to… Where is that baby?" Dorian didn’t dare meet my eyes. His Adam’s apple bobbed. His voice came out dry.

Or was she falling for me? "What are you beautiful ladies doing out here instead of enjoying the party?" a soothing voice asked. A woman with brown hair styled in a messy bun, similar to mine, stepped into view. She beamed, resting against the railing. Her sleeveless, short red dress revealed firm muscles and a toned build. "And who are you?" I asked, raising a brow. "I’m Althea, a warrior. I was assigned as an escort for you to Glimside City," she said.

Today was supposed to be our third wedding anniversary. But we had never once celebrated it. Not even enough for me to remember it. I let out a long breath and finally replied to my friend. “He doesn’t need to file for a divorce. We never got our marriage license.” “What? You’ve been married three years, and Kit never made it official?” Her shock nearly blew out my eardrum through the speaker. Yes. The wedding was three years ago, and he had called off registering our marriage seventeen times.

He was just dancing in the middle of the dance floor, surrounded by girls. "What's your name?" 'You're new here." "Your handsomeness is driving me crazy." Yes, three girls were surrounding him, touching him all over. But no matter how hard they tried, he wouldn't give in. He smirked and grabbed all the glasses from the tray the man in front of him was holding. He downed them one after another - a total of three glasses. "Chill, Cas!" Caspien finally heard Arkin's voice. He was laughing, still clinging to the famous actress from earlier.

Dewangga lied, trying to steady his shortening breath. Davian glanced at him briefly, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes. “Remember, you’re my companion tonight. Not Vivian. Focus.” Dewangga turned toward the main table, where Vivian sat beside her mother. She wore a stunning emerald gown, her face calm as if the storm that had struck her days ago had been nothing but a passing nightmare. But when their eyes met for a fleeting moment, Vivian gave a subtle signal—a small nod, almost imperceptible. It was the cue.