Gerard Way Wife Novels & Stories

Geraldine lamented in a shrill voice. “Nothing is wrong.” I said. “You must choose another partner. She's not a perfect match for you. Just see how she's making you look before your father,” she spat spitefully. I let the silence stretch, then said evenly, “I already have a wife.” Geraldine scoffed, sharp and dismissive. “That girl? That fragile, naïve little—” “Danica,” I interrupted, voice hardening. “Her name is Danica. And she is my wife.”

She glanced around at the angry beastmen and said, "Everything started because of Jasper. You can go ahead and punish him as you wish. But my husband is the mighty Kael Vaxenroth of the Dragon clan! You'd better think twice before you lay a finger on me!" At that, the beastmen who had been eyeing her menacingly suddenly turned to look at me. I didn't even spare Priscilla a glance. I said coldly, "I don't have feelings for her anymore. Do whatever you wish to her." Priscilla retorted loudly, "You love me! You love me so much that you spent forever looking for treasures for me and even nearly died a few times too! How could you just say that you don't have feelings for me anymore?

"Gerard, do you realize what status we hold? How could you tarnish the image of the Huxleys in such a manner? Going after someone's wife and making a fuss about it in public as well. That's so foolish and immature of you." Gerard, caught off guard, tried to muster a response, but his silence spoke louder than any words he could conjure. The disappointment etched on his grandfather's face deepened, fueling the flames of his anger. "Enough, Grandpa! Yes, I'm with someone's wife. She's not just anyone; she was my wife until you forced me to divorce her," Gerard exclaimed, his voice betraying a mixture of frustration and grief. "She's not just anyone; she's Ivy!"

"How could she hit you so hard? And you just stood there and watched, Jesse. Have you forgotten Sinead is your wife?" I was already a little upset. "She has already married someone else with your approval. Have you forgotten that?" Sinead's mother choked on her words and fell silent. After a while, she spoke again. "But that wasn't real. It was only an act. You're the only one taking it seriously." I rolled my eyes. They had all treated those solemn wedding vows as an act, but I couldn't. In fact, I found it filthy. Besides, it had been five years, and they had never told me about Zachary.

Then, she shoved a bill into my hand. “Call yourself a cab to the hospital.” The moment the door closed, I hailed a cab and headed to the hospital. While getting an IV at the hospital, I scrolled through my feed. Javor had just updated his social media. The last photo showed Amaya’s back as she crouched to adjust the equipment. It was posted with this caption. [My dear senior says my livestream’s way more important than some people’s lives!] In the photo, the wedding ring on her ring finger glinted coldly. Our mutual friends were going wild in the comments:

But he could’ve found anyone else—like he told her the other time, there was a long line of women that would be more than happy to become Shane Roswood’s wife. Or was it Mary that said so? She waved the thought off in her head. It didn’t matter. She wanted to know why her. Why he had chosen her specifically. “My wife is going through a tough period,” Gerald mumbled, clearing his throat so part of the words sounded incoherent. Eveline rolled her eyes. Tough period? More like her doting son, in whom she was well pleased, was snorting powder and she couldn’t show her face in front of Eveline anymore.

"Ronald, this suit of yours isn't custom-made, is it? It's not fair to keep this insider information from us." My coworkers laughed and teased me in the office, but I couldn't force a smile. I had been married to Angela Reed for nine years, and she had always refused to make it public. It wasn't until a couple of days ago, after I secured a 300-million-dollar project for the company, that she finally allowed me to announce our relationship at the year-end awards ceremony.

Six months ago, when Dad passed away, they rushed to pay their respects and discovered that Vivian, as the daughter-in-law, did not show up at all, making them realize there were serious problems in our marriage. They felt incredibly ashamed for raising such a daughter, and even more deeply guilty and heartbroken for me, their son-in-law, who always worked hard and treated them with respect. So they prepared for the worst and had this will officially notarized. The will clearly stated that if Vivian's misconduct and betrayal of family and marriage led to the breakdown of the marriage, then half of all their assets would be gifted to their only recognized son-in-law, me. Felix's eyes were red

And he would never get the chance to appease me again. “Forget that stupid contract! My wife is dead! None of this means anything now!” Aileen let out a cold laugh as her expression turned scornful. “Stop with the heartbroken act. Don’t you dare use the contract as an excuse. Was it about the contract when you couldn’t get enough intimate moments with me in my bed? “Gerrie, quit lying to yourself. She’s already dead. You’d better wise up and keep me happy. You’ve been head over heels for me for over a decade, right?”

The assistant handed her the card. Jane nodded, then left. Gerald smirked before returning to his meal. “After the night, should I get rid of her?” his assistant asked. Gerald scoffed. “I know I’m not faithful to my wife. I know my little boy once caught me with a girl—that’s why you had to erase her. But this one is different. She’s special.” His assistant nodded. “Yes, boss.”