Unscramble Widowed Novels & Stories

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

Raga nodded "That's right. I'm a widower. I'm sorry in advance, maybe this fact makes you all feel disappointed in me. From the start I also didn't want to be in this position, being crazy about you guys. But what can I do? I've tried to ignore it but you guys keep chasing me . Once again, I am sorry." "It's okay, sir. Even though Mr. Raga is a widower, I still like him. The important thing is that now Mr. Raga is single. Being a widower is actually attractive, he's like a sugar daddy," shouted one of the students who was immediately agreed by the others.

I hissed. He frowned, his tone almost pleading. "I swear, this is the last time. I know you're hurting over Gail, so I'm postponing the wedding. We'll give her a proper funeral. If you want to say goodbye, stop fighting me." "Where is she?" I demanded, my voice cracking. He seized my hand, his smile smug when I didn't pull away. But as he led me out, he stopped dead. In the hall, before Gail's memorial shrine, a crowd danced under flashing lights to a thumping beat. Her photo lay crushed under Lori's stiletto, warped beyond recognition.

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?!”

Remembering something all of a sudden, she looked up and asked him in surprise, “Sir Ares, are you… Perhaps unwilling to divorce?” Jay’s every words were sonorous and powerful, “I’ll walk to the end with the wife of my own choice. There’s no word such as divorce in my dictionary, only the word widowed.” Widowed? Rose’s face paled as her body trembled. “Oh, I see.” “What about you?” Jays’ presence was frightful. Rose still had the word ‘widowed’ lingering in her mind. At this moment, she was so scared that she almost cried.

"You're wrong Sophie. You're forgetting that I'm not the same woman I was years ago. I didn't have the capacity to fight back then, but I do now." "What do you mean?" "Damian. Before he died, he asked me to marry him. He knew he was dying so we had a court marriage. I'm his wife on paper. He did it so I would inherit everything he left behind. He left me quite a huge amount of money, properties and shares. I'm not the poor, helpless woman I was then. I felt guilty back then because I couldn't reciprocate his feelings for me so I didn't want to accept his money. I guess I'll need it now to protect my child."