Widow Novels & Stories

“Green isn’t a good colour on you, honey. But maybe that’s because it’s your natural tint, and like everything you were born with reeks of poverty and filth.” “You weren’t wealthy before you got married to Noah!” Wendy raised her voice. “But I am now!” Natalia reported. “Without him, you’re nothing. How are you able to get so much and still look plain?” Wendy said. “Says the one who bagged a daughter with a failed relationship and a ruined life. Failed single mom awards go to you, girl.” Natalia said, surprising herself. Then she blew her a kiss. “Y-you! You bitch!” Wendy stomped her foot.

"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."

I glance at the black outfit hanging on the mannequin in front of my closet, and the realization hits me like a slow punch—I am a widow at twenty-one. A widow. The word feels foreign, like trying on a coat three sizes too big. I am too young to be called a widow. A widow who never got to see her supposed husband. A widow who never even got to speak to him. I sit on the edge of the bed, staring at the dress. My hands feel cold. My mind feels numb. I don’t know how I am supposed to feel. One thing I know—I don’t feel the way someone who

Chapter Seven Mara POV Dorothy Voss was not what I expected. I had built her in my head as formidable. Elegant, yes, but cold in the way money made people cold. What walked through my door, slowly, with a cane she clearly resented, was something else entirely. She was small, sharp-eyed, and she looked at Lily the way starving people looked at food. Like she had been waiting a long time and was trying very hard not to show it. Lily, who trusted no one quickly, walked straight up to her.

“Mom—” “Your reputation here is ruined,” she interrupted calmly. “Mine might recover eventually. Yours won’t.” Cold fear slid slowly down my spine. “What are you talking about?” She inhaled deeply from the cigarette. “You’re still young. Still beautiful. Pregnant widows attract sympathy. Men like sympathy.” I stared at her like she’d lost her mind. “Widow?” “Your husband died,” she said simply. “That’s the story now.” “What the hell are you saying?”

God forbid, even if I don't like him and would rather be single all my life than be with him, I don't want to be called 'a widow' just the day I am married. " Adrian Davian Walker do you have a death wish? "

I asked in curiosity "who said I'm not married?" di said and I'm shocked "What you mean by that do? You're not married right? If you're then where is your husband or why don't you wearing any sign of marriage?"i asked " because I'm a widow.. That's why I didn't wear any sign of marriage.. "di said making me shocked " Did you share it with me if you want.. How did he die? "I said " Dada killed him with his goons.. "she said without any emotion

“Her husband was found with two bullets in his chest and one mistress in his bed.” “Ciara,” she gestured to the woman seated next to Harper. “Her husband drowned in the swimming pool in their home, although he’s a good swimmer.” “And last but not the least, Evelyn. Her husband disappeared. They never found his body. Just his wedding ring… in their garden.” None of them smiled. “Let me be clear,” Celeste said, turning back to her. “By accepting my invitation, you’ve accepted the rules of the Widow’s Club. There’s no application or initiation. Your grief is your entry.”

the question that Riana had suppressed finally came out. "Isn't a widow more attractive? A widow's status is clear if she's been married, so it's natural that she's no longer a virgin. But if it's a girl, of course it's a big question. Now there are many women who are still girls but no longer virgins, so I think it's better to take a widow as a wife," Wira explained at length, hoping that Riana would understand that his decision was unanimous. "So you did it with an unmarried woman?" Riana's eyes widened in surprise.

I held him close, feeling his warmth slowly seep away, leaving only coldness and emptiness behind. As I held him, I knew that my world had changed forever. I was no longer the happy Hara, surrounded by the love and support of my husband. I was now a widow, left to navigate the treacherous waters of court politics without the one person who had always been my rock.