Black Widower Thomas Randolph Novels & Stories

“You have to prepare another heart for me. You want Randall’s heart for Wendell, that’s fine. But I’m not just going to sit here and die. I want to leave here alive and have a fresh start.” Vivian was quiet for a few seconds. Her fingertips tapped out a rhythm on the armrest. That was her little tick when she was nervous. When I saw her hesitate, a wave of grief rolled through me. I smirked. “What, you can go to that much trouble to give Randall’s heart to Wendell, but you’re not planning to make him your husband?” Vivian’s expression shifted. Then, she finally signed. “I found you a new heart two months ago. I won’t let you die.”

The sound of her heels faded down the hall. The sound of Rose’s sobs still filled the corridor, softer now, frayed into small, uneven breaths. Doctor Han sat slumped against the wall, his face buried in his hands. The photographs. The gambling. The debts. His wife’s tired eyes when she asked about another “late shift.” All of it came rushing back, and with it, the cold realization that there was nowhere to run. He looked at his trembling hands, the same hands that had written the prescription, the same ones that had mixed the powder into the bottle.

I needed some answers and I needed them now! As I set the tray aside for Zane, a plan formed in my mind. I really needed answers, and Randolph seemed like the perfect source. I quickly followed him out of the room, with my heart pounding with each step. I saw him in the corridor, coming out of Jayden's room. Walking up to him, I touched his arm lightly to gain his attention before whispering in a low tone. "Randolph, please tell me. Who is Mandy?" A mischievous glint appeared in the old man’s eyes. "Why, Mrs. McAllister," he said, emphasizing my fake title, "is Mr. McAllister’s pretend wifey feeling a tad bit jealous?"

What's more, my mom has been urging me to get a divorce. "Isn't Whitney a good wife? Why are you doing this? You're just insatiable. I would be satisfied if my wife were half as obedient as yours." "How about we swap wives then?" Thomas nudged Charlie once more. After hearing their conversation, I felt like my head was about to explode. What were they talking about? Divorce? Infidelity? Swapping wives? I couldn't stop myself from trembling when I understood. It turned out that this whole thing was a scheme that Thomas had cooked up!

After learning the nature of this ruthless world, having hope and faith in the heart was one of the most demanding jobs to do in this world. Randy was one of those unfortunate people in this universe who never really had a chance to have anything on their own. The moment he thought he had a home to call his own was the moment he came face to face with a bitter truth. His wife of seven years was sleeping with his boss, who was a billion times higher than Randy in terms of money, power, and fame. Spoiler: it was my father, and his wife was none other than Maria, our maid.

“Lana... I didn’t mean to... I just... Sigh. Our son’s grown up. I can’t control him anymore. I know he still hasn’t gotten over that girl from the Carrington family. But... forget it. Let him be. Lana, I didn’t mean to hit him. You loved him the most. Please... don’t be mad at me…” Lana—Thomas’s late wife and the former matriarch of the Watkins family—had passed away young. Thomas raised their son alone and never remarried. Her place as matriarch had remained vacant ever since. Rumor had it he loved her deeply—and because of that, he adored their son even more.

With tears welling up in his eyes, my son, Luke, said, "Can I spend my final birthday with Mommy before we leave? It's my fifth birthday. Mommy promised she'll celebrate with me." My heart broke into a million pieces listening to his plea. "Alright, we'll spend your fifth birthday with Aunt Stella, then we'll go." After tucking Luke into bed, I opened the drawers and took out Sarah Grant's death certificate. This year was our sixth year of marriage. I never expected it to end with me becoming a so-called widower. I did not even have to sign any divorce papers.

Old Man Thomas had mixed feelings about Rick. It was true that Rick had come through over Old Madame's medical bills. Rick had even made sure that she had the proper follow up care that she required. This was something that the Old Man could not have afforded on his own. But, on the other hand, Rick had not been kind to his son Howard. The truth of the matter was that Old Man Thomas did not know what Howard had tried to do concerning Rick in Fing City. All he knew was that Rick had seen to it that Howard was forced to be a janitor at the Village Hall. This was a humiliation to, not only Howard, but the whole of the Thomas family as well. So his overall opinion of Rick was mixed.

Edward looked up, “What is it, Jeffery? Make it quick.” “Daddy dearest, I need a favor. I'm in a bit of a situation and I require your assistance.” “Jeffery, I'm in over my damn head here! Do you have any idea of the kind of trouble your mother has gotten us into.” “Us? I thought you were the master problem solver?” “This problem could get way out of hand, I can't have you come here anymore. Randall is back from his honey moon and--” “This is about your other son right, Walton Jnr.”

There was only one who got kicked out for reasons she didn’t know—Randolf. Her husband's face suddenly relaxed, and he nodded slowly. “Good to hear that,” was his simple response. She searched her bag for her wallet and took out the ATM. She offered him the card again, but he shook his head. “Keep it. It’s yours now,” he said. She returned it to her bag, feeling embarrassed. The amount in that account was no joke—five hundred thousand pesos, a staggering sum for someone like her who lived hand to mouth. If she were a different woman, she might have used and spent it lavishly.