Become The Widower's Wife

**THE HOSPITAL CORRIDOR** appeared deserted. Some corridors only had dim lights as the patients were already lost in their own slumber. Meanwhile, in other corridors, the lights were still shining brightly, and a few people were gathered, feeling anxious and afraid. Ignazio, a thirty-one-year-old man, paced back and forth outside the operating room where his wife was undergoing childbirth. Occasionally, he wiped his face and roughly ran his fingers through his hair out of frustration. The doctor had forbidden him from entering and accompanying his wife during the operation at her request, which made Ignazio incredibly emotional. He wanted to curse. He wanted to damn someone. But he knew that all of that would be utterly useless. Even his parents, aunts, uncles, and cousins who tried to console him were ignored. Ignazio didn't care whether the baby would come out safely or not. No! He didn't care about that. What he cared about was whether his wife would survive or not. He didn't wan

"Gretta has passed away." Those soft words made Olivia raise her head. Gretta. She knew that name. Gretta was the wife of Geremia's cousin, Ignazio, Rianna's husband, and Olivia's foster sister. Instantly, everyone offered their condolences. "How is Zio?" Rianna asked, her eyes filled with sorrow. "He must be devastated. There's nothing in this world he loves more than Gretta," Geremia replied softly. Everyone knew Geremia as a cold and expressionless person, but this time, Olivia could see the sadness in his eyes and the tears he tried to hide. Geremia and Ignazio grew up together, their bond of brotherhood much stronger than mere cousins. They were best friends who had experienced joys and sorrows together. So it was understandable that Geremia felt deep sadness for Ignazio, his friend and cousin. "I will go to the hospital and check on him. You both go straight to Uncle Antony's house," he said, receiving nods from Rianna and Olivia. After kissing his wife's forehead, Geremia

Thinking of giving it another try, Olivia reached for the baby bottle and carefully placed it in Gianna's mouth. Strangely, Gianna accepted it readily, sucking the milk inside hungrily. This sudden development left Mrs. Claire and the nurse exchanging puzzled glances."It seems, Miss Gianna likes Miss Olivia's scent," the nurse suddenly remarked.Olivia raised her head, her forehead creased in confusion. The woman smiled."It's hard to explain logically or medically. But many babies choose scents. They find comfort in the 'smell' of certain people. Most children cling to their mother's 'scent,' and sometimes their father's. And some find comfort in the 'smell' of specific individuals."You know, Miss, babies who resist being with anyone but their own mother. So they cling to their mother's embrace constantly and refuse to be apart. If they are even slightly detached, the baby will cry and squirm, wanting to return to their mother's arms, making it impossible for the mother to do anyth

Twenty minutes later, Ignazio again set foot in front of the thirty-story building.Five years have passed. Ignazio was curious if the apartment was not rented to someone else. Before marriage, he asked his youngest brother, Meizar, to manage all his property.If the apartment is occupied, inevitably, Ignazio will have to look for another place to live temporarily before he is truly ready to face his parents.The smile of the apartment security guard looked friendly."Mr. Ignazio?" he greeted in disbelief. Of course, the man would be surprised to see Ignazio's current appearance. Because Ignazio, six years ago, when he was still single, looked very neat and took care of himself. Meanwhile, the current Ignazio?Ignazio now has a bigger physique. His hair, which used to be dark brown, tending to black, has now turned lighter due to frequent exposure to the sun, as has his skin. His hair was long, and he deliberately tied it carelessly. And his face, Ignazio didn't even take the time to

FLASHBACK"Why?" Mrs. Claire asked when Olivia stated her intention to move out of the Antony-Claire residence and quit her job as Gianna's nanny."Gianna can do everything on her own now, Granny. She's very independent. So I feel like I'm not really working here, just collecting a paycheck," Olivia answered honestly."It's not like that, Olivia. Gianna still needs you," Mrs. Claire pleaded. "It's okay if you want to go to college. I'm even willing to pay for your education, but don't leave this house, Oliv."What kind of classes do you want to take? Regular? Evening classes? Or perhaps online courses? Where do you want to study? What major are you interested in? I'll fund it all."Olivia couldn't answer because she hadn't looked for the college she wanted to attend yet."If you feel the need to be active, you can work in an office, a hotel, or even a restaurant. You just have to choose where you want to work, and I will hire you there."But don't truly leave this place, Oliv. Because