Three Days Grace Misery Loves Company Novels & Stories

*** When I woke up, Johan was sitting on the edge of the bed, shirtless and smoking. He heard me move and looked back. A check landed on the bed in front of me. I stared at it. He only said a few words. "I'm bored with you." Something inside me cracked. Like porcelain shattering, sharp pieces cut across my heart. Still, my voice came out calm. I even smiled. "I've got less than three months left. Couldn't you wait a little longer?" Johan frowned. "Yara Yelton, you should know your place."

Everything in our home revolved around her, as if she owned the house. Recalling my bitter past, I wanted to slap myself. Why didn't I just walk away when I still had the chance? Andrew slammed on the accelerator. As if something had just occurred to him, he frowned and muttered, "Well played, Jovana. No wonder I haven't heard from you in three years—you've been out there messing around with some other man." Watching him clench his jaw in anger, I wanted to slap him across the face. A blind, heartless scum like him had no right to accuse me!

In the contract she had signed, it was stated that after a month of getting married to Alpha Nelson, she was to start working for his company, and that was going to be the next day. “Damn! Damn!I hate this damn marriage, this damn husband! This damn estate! I hate this damn world!” Grace screamed as uncontrollably tears streamed down her eyes. She had really thought that she would be happy with Alpha Nelson after the heartbreak she had gotten from the damn asshole Victor and then the freaking bitch Cindy. She was expecting happiness, love, care, and peace from Alpha Nelson and his family, but it ended up bringing a wall; it was really not going to be easy for Grace.

Grace looked very sad now only the sadness she continued to feel for the 3 years and 9 months of separation. "I love you, Marcel Davidson," Grace said that in her heart. Because to say love now she was inappropriate. ****

I admire the effort that Taylor, or rather, Mrs Harris, made in restoring my flat into a home, and under any other circumstances I would have been delighted with the transformation, but now, with everything seemingly falling apart, all I feel is revulsion. I make the familiar journey to the train station in somewhat of a trance, stopping only for a latte in my favourite coffee shop on the way. I keep my earbuds plugged in and my music blaring throughout the journey in a vain attempt to try and distract my thoughts from returning again and again to Taylor. As I recite the words to Three Days Grace’s ‘I Hate Everything About You’, a numbness starts to settle in my core, a welcome relief to the

“An encounter with you and your family is bound to change one’s taste.” I glance past him, at the man cowering there. “Carlos. What do I pay you for if I can’t even get discretion?” “I’m so sorry Mr B—“ “Carlos owes me,” Everett says calmly. “And I insisted. You know how I can be when I want something." Carlos looks like he wants to evaporate, so I nod at him and he turns quickly, shutting the door behind him. “We will continue this later, beautiful,” I kiss the blonde on the lips and slap the ass of the brunette as they usher themselves out.

“That’s enough Mia, need I remind you; you work for me, and I will not have you question my decisions. The only reason I let you question me was because I’m aware you’re worried about Grace.” Her mouth shuts and she nods. Andre and Missy walk into the living room. “I let Gunner let your guests out taking them to the airport making sure they actually get on a plane this time.” Missy announces as she takes a seat beside me. I nod. “How was Grace’s Day?” I ask looking at Mia. "The missus made a fiery friend, the two bonded after she told both you and Damian off…" Missy says. I frown “What?” I ask.

Grace uttered in soliloquy. Sadly what she dreaded the most crept into their lives. How it did, she does not know. Her weak body could not restrain the ocean of tears that flooded her face. Why? He suddenly grew weary of her. Her presence got him nauseous. It was apparent that the light of the love they shared has fizzled out. What did she do wrong? She laments and weeps in silence. Four days after the incident. She received a text from Richard. It simply reads

Grace noticed that he wasn't moving, she sighed softly. "Come inside, I'll give you time to talk but only until I arrive at the 13th floor, no more chances." Denver immediately came inside. Grace pressed the button and the lift closed. "Thank you for this. I promise I won't waste your time. Whatever I say, please do me a favor, can you pass them to her?” Grace just looked at him and said nothing. “How have you been? How's life after all these years? Have you missed me? I missed you. With all the days that pass. I know I've hurt you, but what can I do? You left me, it was too late when I realized I love you."

He sighed and dropped some dollar bills on the table and walked away. Grace stood, sobbing, she couldn't believe what just happened, she had lost her marriage because she couldn't get herself to stop believing that her husband will cheat on her or might make a move on her friend. She just loves him so much and don't want to lose him but deep inside, that wasn't the only reason and she knows it, because every night she dreams of how hurt Felicity looked five and a half years ago when she saw her kissing her husband. She of all people knew she loves Raymond, but yet, she betrayed her friend because of body cravings.