Gerard Way Wife Novels & Stories

"After God, fear women" Claire was dumbstruck. It could not be. Nathan had just married his competitor and she had nothing to say about it. The dinner was about to commence so she had plenty of time to prove Bianca was a fraud. Wrong! She had very little time and she remaining glued to her seat was not going to change anything. Claire stood up and joined the new wife, her suspicion making her unable to keep a smile.

My buddy, Jayden Jenkins, has come over to my place again to mooch a free meal. It is scorching hot outside, and I am sweating over the stove in the kitchen. Meanwhile, Jayden is lounging in the air-conditioned living room. After biting the tip off a strawberry, he pulls my wife, Willow Simpson, into his arms and casually pops the rest into her mouth. "Here, Willow. Help me finish it," he says with a wicked grin. "It's rare enough that this cheap bastard Caius finally buys strawberries. Now he'll complain that I wasted one if I don't finish it." I wipe the sweat from my forehead and glance toward the living room, just in time to see Willow swallow the half-eaten strawberry. The thing

the two girls said uniformly and chuckled at the slight coincidence "then without further delay, let me introduce my new wife who goes by the name Rose, she's my priceless jewel now," my husband said and kissed my cheek "It's nice to meet you, Mrs Rose, I'm Kingsley Decker" his son replied and stretched his hand for a handshake I shook hands with him and we both smiled at each other "I'm Lisa, it's nice to meet you," one of the girls said and shook hands with me "I'm Georgina, the last born of the house, it's a pleasure having you in our family," the last girl said

Leonard Reed, head of a multimedia conglomerate, was the owner of those dark eyes. "Is that Crusher's wife?" he asked his assistant as soon as they walked in. "Yes. She’s much younger than him. They got married not long ago." Reed knew all the gossip and rumors that had been circulating for months—his wife, Alice, had made sure to keep him informed of everything she heard. A younger woman, beautiful, a university student, and an opportunist. But seeing her in person was an entirely different experience. There was something strangely familiar about her, though he couldn’t quite place why. Maybe he had seen her at another event before, but he couldn’t remember.

They tried to revive her lost soul, but it was long gone. During that challenging period, she met Sarah. Even though she was not often responsive to her medication, she at least listened to the young nurse who had been nothing but a good companion in her dark times. Sarah was aware of Eliana’s depression. Of course, she was. She was the messenger who delivered pieces of information about her ex-husband to her. But there was one piece of news she would never deliver, which was his marriage to another woman. She didn’t dare. “Eliana, you must have your medicine; otherwise, your child won’t…”

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.

’ Emerald thought as she stared at the teenage Tyler. She continued her research and found out that Gerald’s wife had passed away right even before Tyler graduated from high school.It was disappointing that she could not lay her revenge on that shameless woman since she was six feet below the ground many years ago. Emerald’s breathing went far from normal while reading the beautiful so-called love story of the devil and his wife.

Gerald pushed off his desk and motioned for Almera and Elvie to get out of their cubicles as she wiped the cold sweat from her palms over her dress. She just hoped no one recognised her as Zander’s wife. Though she was lucky enough that their wedding was small and the media were not informed, still, her heart beats like a drum from her favourite Scottish band. "Girls, the main attraction’s here. Let’s hope SVP doesn’t grope anyone and Zeus doesn’t fire us all because he’s on his period." Gerald catwalked to the main lobby of the floor, hips swaying.

My roommate, John Swift, asked in shock, “Pete, are you throwing that away? I thought you cherished that photo a lot.” I shook my head and cut Bella out of the family portrait. I tore it into pieces. John seemed to understand. “Pete, is your wife alive?” I pulled out my phone. Someone had sent me a text two weeks ago. [Bella’s still alive.] There was a photo attached to the message. It was a selfie of Bella and Carlson. Two weeks ago, I found out that my wife, who had supposedly been dead for five years, was still alive. When I first found out the news, I could not even sleep.

That night, when Florence got home, she still held onto a shred of hope. It was our fifth wedding anniversary that day. When she opened the door, she found a team of workers renovating the place. The home that she was so familiar with had undergone some huge changes. Isaiah kept throwing out orders. He stood there as if he were the owner of the house. “Throw those drawers away. They’re hideous! I want to change the style of this place completely. I don’t like it!”