The Widow Book Reviews Novels & Stories

"Thomas, I've tried to coax you. What do you want?" Ignoring them, I took out my clothes one by one and tossed them into the suitcase. Seeing that I wasn’t responding, Jessica walked over with her arms crossed and bare feet. She didn’t look like she was drunk at all. “Thomas, did you know why I agreed to hold the wedding with Alex? That’s because you’ve always been a pushover like you are now! You never act like a man! You always chose to back off during work and has never surpassed Alex! Even after work you act the same way. You never dared to anger me and even took the initiative to move out of your own house! You’re just a coward!”

There was no reply, not even a single call. This was not the first time Calvin abandoned me because of his sister-in-law, Lexi. It did not matter if we were on a date, out shopping, eating, or even in the middle of making love, one call from his sister-in-law, and he would leave me without a second thought. He always said his brother’s death left behind a poor widow and an orphan, and that it was his responsibility to take care of them. I told myself that if Calvin ever crossed a line with Lexi, I would leave.

Suddenly, it clicked. As expected, Margaret had completely changed her attitude. She called and texted me constantly. She checked on me as if she were my own mother. She yelled at Ethan over the phone. Then, she quickly changed her tone with me. “Chloe, you two already have a bond. You’re married. If Ethan messes up, just yell at him and put him in his place. You don’t need to get a divorce. “My family will never accept that widow.”

Iris said as I burst into laughter. “I wanted that as much as you did but if he died just like that without suffering, of what use would my second chance be??? I want him to feel every pain I felt and that can only be possible if we end up getting married…he was a widower in my previous life but this time around, I would be the widow.” "That's my girl!!!! Look, I was planning on traveling back soon but because of you, I won't do that anymore…I am with you all the way in this plan of yours.” Iris said as I smiled.

His dead body was laid on the floor covered with a white sheet with people surrounding him and a woman over his chest as she wept like a woman who is sincerely in vain at his departure. While me. I sat out of all those people away from the body leaning back to the pillar with my legs cuddled to my chest, my hands around my legs as I looked at her with zero expression as the tear strains on my cheeks itched. I'm outcasted from his people while I'm his wife. I don't understand anything. I was married just yesterday and I became a widow today. And no one came to console me but strangely three women who are his mother, aunt, and sister were consoling that particular woman while I am staring at t

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I blinked, realizing I didn’t know she had been married. “I had no idea you were married before.” She looked away as if the memory was too painful to revisit. “I didn’t think it was important. But Anthony has a way of preying on vulnerable women. Especially widows.” A chill ran down my spine. I was a widow, too. Did she see me as his next victim? “How did you two meet?”

he assured Riley. "Back in Afghanistan, our fire team spoke about sharing a woman. I know it was more to scratch an itch that we all had, but I think she could be this woman for us. That she could be the one all of us need. However, with that being said, I understand if that has all changed, especially with her." "Hmm," Vincent hummed, contemplating what Riley said. "She is an extraordinary woman," he agreed. "What would be your end goal?"

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She couldn’t imagine how much more difficult the day’s climb might be otherwise. Powdery snow pelted down from the others climbing above. Anne blinked and lowered her head to keep the falling snow from her eyes. Chafed by the coldness, the strain of the climb, and the uncertainty, Anne’s thoughts pushed against the haze of time for another faraway place. Only days before that, her husband sat in the chair of their storage room, which had transformed into his private study. He sat surrounded by stacks of books, writing, working, internalizing.