Unscramble Widowed Novels & Stories

the priest concluded and made a sign of the cross in the air to signify the end of the funeral service. The people who had attended the service, formed a line and came to offer their condolences to the family starting with the widow. When that was done, her son helped her up and took her back to the car, as she supported herself by holding on to the young lady's elbow. Megan, who had become invisible with her father-in-law's death, held her son's hand to go down the slope. She got to the car that had brought her here in the procession but was held back by her husband, stopping her from climbing in.

I asked her, trying to sound cool. “I don't know sir, I just want to run away from them; I'm tired of being a widow and I want to avoid getting married again” She rushed her words, fighting her tears. “Hold on…” I paused to scrutinize her, “you're a widow” I asked her, dimly, she nodded curtly, and I swallowed. Even through the darkness, I could tell she's still very young to be a widow. “You will explain further later but for now, I'm rushing; so let's go” I urged her and walk ahead.

The person he waited for never came. He possessed everything yet spent his entire life without a wife or a pup. His greatest regret wasn't faking his death or the deception. It was pushing away the person who truly loved him and watching helplessly as she lived a life without him in it.

Josh worked quickly. Before long, he had cremated Caleb's body and returned with a small urn of ashes. Back at the house, the funeral was set up. Neighbors, having heard the news, filtered in to help—their eyes lingering on the memorial photo and that little ceramic pot, their sighs heavy with pity. I didn't have to act much. Haunted by the memories of my last life, my face was naturally pale, my eyes hollow. I looked every bit the shattered widow.

what happens now? Do I go back home? Would my father even let me in? He was glad to get rid of me. Glad I was finally gone.And now… it hasn’t even been twenty-four hours. And I’m already a widow. Maybe he was right. Maybe I bring nothing but bad luck. I’m only twenty-one.And I’m already Warrick’s widow. “I’ve called his family,” Adams says after a moment. “They’ll be here by tomorrow.” He pauses.“But it’s your decision when we bury him. Immediately… or after his family arrives.”

His expression darkened as he glared at me. My father spoke up first. “Nancy, is this how we raised you? “Anna is an orphan. Even her husband passed away three years ago. How could you be so cruel?” Likewise, my mother looked at me with open reproach. “Being a widow already invites gossip. Are you doing this on purpose?”

"What's inappropriate about it? We're doing this for your own good. You're still young. How can you spend the rest of your life as a widow?" "For my own good?" I sneered. "Or is this just a way to make me leave sooner?"

It was more like a digital gravestone… “Erased by Widow.” The realization was more than a punch to the gut. This was no simple rivalry. This was a war against us, over very own legacy. The Widow wasn't just trying to conquer Vanguard; she was attempting to completely erase Lucian’s past, destroy my future, and delete her own son’s origins. It was a form of total extinction from the universe.

I couldn't say I wasn't excited to explore our relationship further, to see where it led us. It just sucked that it had taken me a while to realize the gift I had right in front of me this whole time. Sure, Vince had joined the service right after our wedding. But I never thought anything of it. Especially when he came back from boot camp with a pretty brunette on his arm saying he had eloped with her. And about eight months later, she gave birth to their son, Jack. Everything had seemed well for a while. He moved his family to where he was stationed and was discharged as an honorary disabled vet.