Widow Novels & Stories

"You've always been thinking about me, especially after Papa's gone. Can I ask you a question?" "Yes, dear. Why?" "You don't want to get married again?" Amanda was now staring intently at the eyes of her mother. Instead of answering her question, Tiara laughed. "Why do you even ask that?" "You're still beautiful. Still young too." There was a pause for a few seconds after that sentence was said. Amanda was still waiting for a voice from Tiara. Until then a gentle stroke on the arm became the beginning of their longer conversation. "Women are strong. Our people can live without needing the presence of a man. It is proven that most widows can live longer even th

Yvonne blinked in confusion and asked back, "Didn't you say Mommy has some wild ambitions?" Upon hearing that, Margaret chuckled softly. She pinched Yvonne's cheek gently. "Yvonne, even though I don't like your mother, your father carries the Lane name. In the Lane family, divorce isn't an option." Yvonne frowned, then asked, "But what if they must divorce?" Margaret thought for a moment before answering, "If divorce is unavoidable, the Lanes will only accept one version of the story—widowhood." Yvonne didn't understand. "Grandma, what does widowhood mean?"

Everything was an accident and a misunderstanding, but I couldn't tell them because they were too startled to grasp what they were seeing. "She is known as the “Widow Maker” because she never failed to kill her target. You just killed one of the most notorious assassins on Bendoveh Island."

Gloria said with a deliberate cough. Victoria's lips curved into a small smile. "And what's wrong with being a widow, Gloria? Most of the time, it's a status forced by circumstance. Let's not blow this out of proportion, dear." Gloria felt foolish for saying that since Victoria herself had been a widow after her husband's death, a status she still carries today. Indeed, the comment had hit a nerve. In a quick rescue, Gloria added, "There's nothing wrong with being a widow. But Hannah has another agenda."

And so I spent the rest of the time practicing until it was to her liking. "Good, it serves as a greeting too, my boy. Whenever you see a woman and want to be nice, do it. The younger, unmarried ones we call ladies, and the older ones ladies. Just look at their hands and see if they have rings. The married ones wear rings" She shows her left hand which curiously has two rings. "Are you married to two men?" I ask and she blushes at the thought. "No, no, no! I am a widow. One is mine and the other was my husband's. It is customary to use both when the other party passes away."

Dear Readers, First of all, thank you for taking this journey with me. Every chapter, every comment, every vote, and every moment you spend with The Widow Who Married My Husband means more than you know. When Ava buried her husband, she believed her story had ended. She never imagined that the man she mourned would return, bringing with him secrets, lies, and a past far more dangerous than she could have imagined. What began as a story of grief and loss has become a battle for truth, love, and survival.

Chapter 15: The Widow’s Second Wedding "White is for the innocent, Bianca. You’re wearing the blood I spilled for you." Dante’s voice rumbled behind me as the seamstress tightened the corset. I stared at my reflection. The dress wasn't the virginal silk my father would have chosen. It was a heavy, structured ivory that caught the light like polished bone, but the underskirt was a deep, bruised crimson. Every time I moved, a flash of red peeked out—a secret wound trailing behind me.

Since he was alive, the law couldn’t touch me since the statute of limitations had to be over by now. Once I realized that the pain in my gut wasn’t as bad any longer. “She’s always going to be my wife; you lose.” I grinned through the pain and got a fist to the mouth for my trouble. “That’s where you’re wrong. Dead men don’t have wives; they have widows.”

Yet the wall of reality was dizzyingly high. Though she had shed the shell of a noble Yangban Matriarch without regret while mixing flesh with him on that barren deserted island where life and death hung in the balance, tasting the extreme bliss of degradation, the mother-in-law currently trying to cast him out was none other than a chaste widow who had maintained her widowhood frostily for over twenty years. Lady Lee, who fed solely on the house’s peace and the empty medal of being an untouched martyr to bind her boiling blood. By what wicked sorcery could she possibly strip that woman naked and deliver her into a servant's emb

his grief stricken voice rang in her ears as his eyes swarmed with sadness. "Nonsense Daddy. I won't have it. How many widows are there, including Kimmy? Dianne can you please give Charli a list of names, ages and ranks for each widow so she can set them up for transfer? My packland in Southern Asia houses my Widow'sHealing Center. Their specialization is fighting off the lost mate madness with a ninety-two percent success rate. We will get them logged into our system and ready for transfer immediately. Come, let's take this chat inside, the Werebirds consider this pack one of their safe zones and