Unscramble Widowed Novels & Stories

Nora Bellweather married a man who never loved her. When she found proof of his betrayal, something in her went quiet and hard. Then, drowning her grief in a dim bar one night, she saw three faces from a past she thought she'd buried for good. The next morning, her husband walked in with three important guests, and she nearly dropped the teapot in her hands. It was them. Older, sharper, wealthier, and dangerous in ways they never used to be. They had once loved her without limits before everything fell apart. Now they were back in her house, in her life, refusing to stay away. Nora cannot forgive what tore them apart years ago, and she will not survive another heartbreak in a marriage that h

In another ten minutes or more, the assistant priest had coordinated the whole church and those who were left; were seated quietly for the joining of the emergency wife to her husband in matrimony. When the couple came in, the bride’s face was properly covered with a heavy white veil. Apart from the chief priest, his assistant, Rohan and his assistant, Mr Elvis and his family, no other person knew that this bride was not the runaway bride. They all thought that she had come back. When they stood at the altar, the priest took his microphone and commenced the ceremony once again. Every protocol was clearly avoided except the part that says “Mr. Bon-Hwa do you take Miss Chin to be your lawfull

He stated before opening up his document and reading it. Victoria sat still as she listened. Everything read no longer came as a surprise to her. Everything Wilfred ever owned, the Cigar and distillery business. Their properties in England and Europe. All the investments and other assets. All of them fell on her hands. “Since the two of you never had a child and you are his legal spouse. All of his fortune is yours now, Mrs. Darlington. Whatever you do with them is completely up to you. Although, there is one more thing I need to mention to you.” The lawyer stated.

Before I could walk away, I heard the walls behind me erupt with Luigi's heart-wrenching screams and the sound of him clawing at the bricks. "Isabella!" I stopped in my tracks, then ordered the bodyguards, "Every night from now on, read aloud the details of Carlo and my happy life outside these walls. He'll get to listen to what real life should be like." Luigi would spend a lifetime in his own hell, clinging to that ridiculous marriage. Meanwhile, I'd sit on my throne, embracing a future bathed in the brilliance of power. He finally got what he wanted. This time, being widowed was the only option.

Dana turned to Gary and slowly said, "You were the one who tricked me into signing the divorce papers! You were the one who shoved my head into the ice bucket and forced me to admit to some wrongdoing I never committed, even when I was dying! You were the one who turned around and held that big wedding with Sandy that everyone knew about! You even... became a real married couple, didn't you?!" She paused, her tone full of disdain. "So why are you pretending to be so devoted now, Gary? Don't you think you're being so laughable right now?" Gary's face went pale. His chest felt as if it had been torn open, the pain spreading everywhere. His eyes turned red, his voice rough and shaking. "No, Dan

"Yes, it's true, I'm married. This is my wife named Yasmin and this beautiful girl is my daughter named Leona. What my wife said is true, we have 2 children, Leona and another one at home named Alea." "Then Mr. Raga has been lying to us all this time?, "Lying? What did I lie about?" "Mr. Arga didn't tell us that he had a wife and children, we thought you were a widower." Hearing her husband said to be a widower, Yasmin immediately protested unacceptably. It's okay for her husband to be called a widower, she and Raga are not yet divorced. Yes, it is true that previously Raga's status was a widower but now the man has become her husband so he is no longer a widower.

Ignoring my protests, he had Gail's body whisked away for cremation, erasing every shred of evidence to protect Lori. He pried my fingers off Gail's cold hand, one by one. "When you cool off, I'll let you out, and we'll finish this wedding." The door slammed shut, locking me in the bridal suite, my hope crumbling to dust. I collapsed on the floor, numb, until my hand reached for my phone. With its last breath, I sent a message to Gail's grandfather: [John, I failed to protect Gail.] Hours bled into eternity as I lay on the bed, hollowed out. The door creaked open, and a pair of hands grazed my waist.

I even thought that they could be the bridge between me and Corbin, mending our relationship so that I would eventually be closer to him. But now, I realized that everything had just been a figment of my imagination. I suddenly heard the twins whooping in glee. "Welcome home, Ingy!" "You can be our mommy, Ingy!" I opened the door, went out, nodded at Ingrid in greeting, and handed Corbin the divorce papers. "Here, sign them. I'll leave at once."

Chapter 3-The Widow’s refusal Marriage. The word echoed through her ears and mind. It didn’t make any sense. She was still in mourning. According to psychologists, widows tend to suffer a small stage of delirium through their grief. Victoria posed what she just heard as that—her mind playing games with her. “Toria.” Her mother muttered from behind her, “It’s for the best. Marrying Vincent is for— “Marriage?” She cut her off, “This isn’t a joke?!”

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.