Widow Novels & Stories

Ivy It's been three days since I arrived at this house, and I hadn't seen my husband since the night he bought me. Not that I wanted to see him. The Widower, they called him. Twelve dead wives. Twelve graves. I would be number thirteen. That alone was enough to make a man as cold as the grave. I sat by the window in the room they gave me and watched the gardens below. Perfect flowers. Perfect hedges. Everything was beautiful and controlled and dead inside.

I blinked, realizing I didn’t know she had been married. “I had no idea you were married before.” She looked away as if the memory was too painful to revisit. “I didn’t think it was important. But Anthony has a way of preying on vulnerable women. Especially widows.” A chill ran down my spine. I was a widow, too. Did she see me as his next victim? “How did you two meet?”

Leaning against his shoulder, Nola felt warmth fill her heart. Although Calder was older, everything he did was no worse than what a young man could do. In fact, he did even better. “Tell me about you too. Why did you stay single for twenty years after losing your wife?” Nola was curious. If she had not walked into the wrong room and slept with him back then, would he have remained single forever? “Heh. When a man loses his wife, it is not called being a widow. It is called being a widower.”

she said softly. "Do you really love him so much to marry him?" Gina inquired. Ariana responded with a smile once again. "As far as I know, marrying a widower, especially one with a child, is not easy. This is Indonesia, not a Western country that easily accepts the status of a man or a woman. What I know about this country is the social perception of those who are widowed or widowers, virgins or not. Am I wrong?" the woman asked hesitantly.

"Where is the widow now? She has run off and abandoned you two here. Yet you claim that I am the foolish one. Did you even know that she is Willow, the old king's ex—wife?" A dark chuckle erupted from his lips and my angry rants stopped. "You think I didn't know?" He asked as he slowly turned to stare at me. "You think I didn't know who she was? Behind that veil is a woman who has been hurt by her kind... A woman who is ready to do whatever it takes to get her revenge... A woman I am happy to be working with! And mark my words, she will be the only animal I spare when I get out of here!"

The widow comes into existence with the husband's exit Painful memories to last with shaky feet Whole life is dark, with no solution in sight Life becomes a burden, and nothing goes right A woman has some satisfaction if their husband has gone away He may return one day even if found another way The widow is strictly not called with his exit from life She stands legally as his estranged wife The widower stage to feel if something is committed in excess If the husband is beating daily and provides no access Sexual harassment followed by cruel treatment The husband is buried alive in her mind with r

"But, if you can get a single person, why choose a widow?" "Why does it matter?" Zendaya asked somewhat annoyed. "Besides, whether single or widowed, there's no difference. Moreover, it's really pitiful just because someone is a widow, then they're discriminated against. Suppose the widow is one of your children here, then when they want to find a new partner but are treated like earlier, would you accept it?" The woman who had been asking was suddenly silent. No longer debating Zendaya's pointed explanation. "Oh my God, Zendaya. There's no need to defend so much."

There’s no packing a bag and starting over somewhere new where no one knows your name either because they will find you. They always do! You can’t leave nor disappear. You only leave your husband’s house in a fucking body bag or as a widow, and even then, your freedom still comes with strings still tied around your throat because in reality you’re never free. Blood doesn’t forget, Neither does power and neither does pride which means a widow only ends up as a pawn in the games of the rich or even your death might become a transaction to another family. I glance to my left and I see Rafe, he’s standing by the far end of the room

She turned as Noah entered the room, holding a tablet, his face grim. Grace’s serenity evaporated. “What now?” Noah sighed, handing her the device. “You need to see this.” Onscreen, news anchors reported with panicked urgency: Former Board Factions Regroup Under New Leader, ‘The Widow’ Grace frowned. “The Widow?” Noah nodded. “Jade’s protégé. No one knew her name, just her code. But after the data leak, she’s taken the remaining assets and vanished into thin air.” Grace’s jaw tightened. “So we killed a queen and unleashed her heir.”

"I remember. Is that the woman?" She nodded and again, I asked. "And what do you mean legally single again? Do you mean that woman was separated from his first husband or something like that?" "No. I mean, that woman, Mrs. Bowrod, was a widow. She was the wife of the late Mr. Hemrick Bowrod, a famous jeweler in the whole of Sydney."