Unscramble Widowed の小説・ストーリー

Evangeline's Pov "She was holding up remarkably well." "Poor thing. So young to be a widow." "I heard she got his shares now." The whispers followed me like flies, and I let them because that’s what widows did. We floated through rooms in black dresses and let people say whatever they needed to say to make themselves feel better about death.

"I want you to be my wife. So that nothing can ever separate us again." Caroline was silent. Her face slowly changed. Not because she was unhappy with Ben, but because her feelings were still uncertain. Moreover, the wounds of her heart were still not completely healed. "I know, Caroline. I know your journey is not over yet. You are still healing deep wounds. I don't want this marriage to be an escape. I just want you to know, when you're ready, I'll still be here. Waiting for you." Ben grasped Caroline's hand tighter and softer.

**A Future Rewritten** The ruins of the once-grand mansion lay quiet under the pale morning light. The air, no longer heavy with an oppressive energy, was crisp and clear, carrying the promise of a new beginning. Clara stood at the edge of the debris, her fingers tightly clasped around Wickham’s hand. Behind them, Margaret, the Guardian, and the children surveyed the aftermath of the relic’s destruction. “This doesn’t feel real,” Margaret murmured, crouching to pick up a fragment of the broken stone that had once been the foundation of their home. “It’s like waking up from a nightmare.”

"Jessica, if you come with me now, we can turn the page." "Turn the page" was our agreed-upon safe word. If either of us did something beyond the other's limits, we used "turn the page" to offer a way out, and the other would immediately understand that the issue was to be left behind. Thanks to this little tactic, we hadn't had any serious breakups in three years. I spoke, staring into Jessica's eyes, silently counting down in my mind. I could feel my deep-seated love rapidly fading. After a moment of silence, Jessica gritted her teeth and said, "Thomas, you can't embarrass Alex like this. He'll be humiliated. Wait for me. Once I'm done here, we'll continue with our wedding."

Gabriel explained his question so that Bi Ita would not be confused by his question. "Sorry, I can't tell you about that," Bi Ita replied. "Yahh bi, come on, what's wrong?" Gabriel looked down disappointed. "But it's not...." "Come on, tell me bi," Gabriel bluffed, who couldn't wait to find out. "So actually, Mr. Ruslan used to marry a widow with one child, now his son is Jhonatan, at first their marriage was happy but after their household got longer, finally it was discovered that Mr. Ruslan's wife at that time was very greedy."

he replied, a teasing tone lacing his words. "What's wrong with Uncle Antony being a widower?" Abigail asked, furrowing her brow as she looked at her uncle. "Even if he is a widower, he's handsome and a billionaire, right? A billionaire widower looking for love—wouldn't it be better to marry him than to be gossiped about as an old maid who keeps failing to marry?" Abigail laughed, causing Gladwin to furrow his brow, seemingly contemplating her words.

At my husband, Matt Blanchard's, funeral, I forced my in-laws, Albert Blanchard and Thelma Sampson, to sign a document relinquishing their rights to his inheritance. Thelma kneeled on the ground in a frail manner. Her eyes brimmed with helpless tears. "Debbie, Matt is gone now! That means we're going to have to rely on you from now on. Please, you can't treat us like this…" Her face was ashen, and she wouldn't stop coughing either. She looked like she was terminally ill.

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

he said. “Bled?” Joseph said. “As incredulous as it seems, the widow was untouched,” Oliver said. “I can’t figure that one out.” “I can,” Joseph said proudly. After a long silence, and when he was sure he had their full attention, he continued. “The old couple knew who she was, although I don’t think she knows that they know. She’s the talk of Wichita Falls territory. Turns out she’s a spoiled socialite from Boston who married some rancher by proxy on a whim and, as luck would have it, the day she got to town was the day he was found dead on the side of the road.” He paused a minute to emit a chuckle while adding, “They call her the Paper Widow because she never saw more than a piece of