Gerard Way Wife Novels & Stories

Weller’s inquiry. “Yes, she’s the one that my son, Mark- had married.” Mark’s mother confirmed while trying to transmit her message to her daughter-in-law using only her mind. But it seems- that it was not effective since her daughter-in-law didn’t spare her a glance instead she was busy munching popcorn- from who knows where she got. Mrs. Weller scrutinized the woman that Madam Castro had a second ago acknowledged as her son’s wife. Her temples furrowed when she saw the tomboyish character of Madam Castro’s daughter-in-law.

She often sat in front of our parents' grave for entire afternoons. "Mom and Dad, Arthur and I are doing really well now. Arthur's been so good to me, and my illness is almost gone." Whenever she spoke like that, I would stand at a distance, watching silently, my heart filled with mixed emotions. One day, Harris came again, bringing news I did not expect. "Mr. Lambert, Cassie, committed suicide in prison." I paused for a moment, but felt nothing inside. Harris continued, "She used a hidden piece of broken ceramic to slash her wrists. By the time they found her, it was too late. She also left a suicide note addressed to you."

Gerald, my husband's stepbrother. Oh I'm so going to be on the front page of every newspaper. "Hi, capacity wife" He pecked my cheek. Gerald is the reason I'm in this position and I can't appreciate him enough. "Stop that! You know I wouldn't be holding such a position without you" I held his waist. At the corner of my eyes, I felt a camera light flash on us. What did I tell you? "Want to get out of here? You look like you're dying?" He chuckled. One thing I admire about Gerald is the way he was very observant. Even my ex-husband of two years barely knew these things.

I ask, stepping slightly to the side so I am no longer hidden behind Caleb's shoulder. The woman lets out a soft, mocking chuckle. "He hasn't told you about me? I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. Caleb always did like to bury things he couldn't handle." She looks back at Caleb, her expression softening into something desperate. "I'm Nancy, honey. I'm his wife."

The relevant line was in the second one. “I know you think Mara is too young for this and that we should have gone through an agency, but Van, she's the only person I trust completely. She loves me the way family loves people. She already has a family.” I read it twice. Vanessa had this. She had been sitting on it for three years. I took a photo of the email, sent it to Mara, and sat for a while in the quiet of my storage room with the photograph of the two women in my hand, one of them gone and one of them waiting for me on Saturday.

The drive to Carla’s house is peaceful as always, I hum along to the song on the radio. I couldn’t stop thinking about what happened. I was still in shock. A baby? Would that mean we would start trying? Or would that mean we’d take the other route. I know many success stories for IVF. But I knew David didn’t love me. We married for our daughter. I was barely eighteen at the time. A string of unfortunate events led to this moment. When I’m outside her house I wait for her to come out. She walks out of the house and gets in the car.

The pregnancy test felt like it was burning a hole through the fabric of my apron. Adrian’s phone buzzed in his pocket. He didn’t check it. He just stared at me like I was a stranger. “We’re getting a divorce, Lyara.” The room tilted. I gripped the counter to stay upright. “What? Adrian, it’s our anniversary. I made dinner—” “I know what day it is,” his voice was flat. No emotion. No regret. “Lila and I have been together for six months.” The name hit me like a slap.

“-Bella Smith? Jarrod Smith's wife? Well, ex-wife?” I froze, surprised by how much this man knew about me. “Uh-” I stopped, unable to come up with any words. He rubbed the side of his neck awkwardly, “I was a fan..” he trailed off uneasiness evident on his face. When I was in college and after college, I was a model for a fashion collection. I was really social until- Jarrod found out I was pregnant with Cameron's child and my reputation was ruined. That was the only thing I did in my marriage asides look pretty and sexy.

“So you’re Winter, the woman who broke my daughter’s marriage?” Winter snorted. “Oh, please, Doreen. You know that Gerald and I were together long before he married your daughter. Desiree knew that. But as soon as I got into an accident and ended up in a coma, she took advantage of that to steal him from me. Now tell me, is that something a decent woman does?” “When she left Jackson City, Gerald and I were very happy together until she returned and started trying to destroy our relationship again. She’s still trying to do it even though she knows I’m pregnant.”

Living all this with you is worth it," she assured, and my chest tightened, but I didn't cry. I was not going to stain my memory with tears. I wanted the little time that remained in my memory to be wonderful. That when I wrote it in my notebook I didn't have to hide that the tears fell uncontrollably. I wanted to capture that as an invaluable experience, that I would keep like a treasure, until my brain was forced to let it go. • ────── ✾ ────── • Family Sunday came with the news that Gerard would be leaving for Chicago in early December to run the new firm. He was announcing it now so that Martha would have the ability to mentally prepare to see her little girl and her grandchildren leave.