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she smiles weakly, and nods, “It’s just that, I’m a widow. I had my husband and my child. Then he died, and she died, and all I have left is my sister, and her granddaughter. Not that I begrudge them, but they wouldn’t warm my bed the way I’d like.” Chick hums and narrows their eyes at her, “Rosie, are you saying you’d like to find a man to share the nights with?” Rosie looks at them carefully, and purses her lips,

It was more like a digital gravestone… “Erased by Widow.” The realization was more than a punch to the gut. This was no simple rivalry. This was a war against us, over very own legacy. The Widow wasn't just trying to conquer Vanguard; she was attempting to completely erase Lucian’s past, destroy my future, and delete her own son’s origins. It was a form of total extinction from the universe.

I didn't know how terrible I sounded right now, but I would try to console her. “You have kids?” I found myself asking her. “Yeah. Twin girls.” “I don't know you were married.” I quipped. “Oh, no. I'm not. I'm not married. I'm a widow. My husband died a few days after my twins were born. In a car accident.” “Oh my God!” Both of my palms covered my mouth.

“She’s a widow. She lost her husband last year” “Oh, I didn’t know that.” I looked over at Ms. Elena. I don’t know how widows are supposed to look but she was young and pretty and always had a look of pure satisfaction with her job. “She must be a strong woman if she’s back to her job just after a year of losing her husband.” “Yeah, she is. That’s why I fancy her, I love strong women.” I rolled my eyes. “But Heather isn’t exactly what I call I strong woman.”

CHAPTER 108: THE WIDOW’S SOVEREIGN The "Lagos-grit" had taught me that a widow isn't just a woman who has lost a husband; she is a woman who has been forced to become her own shield, her own sword, and her own judge.

The widow. The dead wife. Every gossip article she had ever skimmed came rushing back. Eleanor Cain found drowned. Private lake. Ruled accidental. Family requested privacy. Theodore Cain withdrew from public life. Cain Holdings issued statement. Widow’s Fund established in her memory. Violet stood. She needed sleep. She needed to get out in the morning. She needed to stop touching things in rich people’s haunted rooms. As she turned toward the door, a voice spoke from the shadows behind her. “She hated that photograph.”

Three months ago, my husband, Second Lieutenant Daniel Hawthorne, and his older brother, Thomas, were deployed to the front. A month later, only Daniel came back. Thomas was dead. In a time like this—when cities burned overnight and lives disappeared without warning—a widow had no ground to stand on. Eleanor, Thomas’s wife, unraveled quickly. She cried until her voice broke, starved herself, wandered at night as if hoping the war might take her too. She tried to end her life.

A month later, Marcus's wedding took place as scheduled. The bride was Annie, the senator's only daughter. Beautiful, elegant, and well-educated. The wedding was held at the most luxurious church in the city center. The guests were all high society elites. I received an invitation but didn't go. Ethan stayed home with me, and we watched the live broadcast on TV. "Do you regret it?" he asked. "No. I just feel sad." "For him?" "For Annie," I said. "She has no idea what kind of man she's marrying."

"She acts the grieving widow, but she's been trying to trap me, just because I look like my brother. It's pathetic, really." Hearing the title "Commander," my mother-in-law threw herself to the floor with a fresh wail. "You have to see the truth, Commander! My poor son provided for her, and what did she give him? Just a girl! Now she wants to rob us blind! She's a leech on this family!" Catherine peeked at the commander, then buried her face in her hands, her shoulders shaking with delicate sobs. "Sir, she tried to take my husband and hurt my unborn child... What kind of woman does that?"

She said as he handed over Victoria’s picture to him. “It seems like lately Ian has taken some interest in this woman. Her name is Victoria Howler. She is the widow of Wilfred Howler. Initially I thought their relationship is strictly business but rumors and pictures have been circulating lately that indicate otherwise.” She explained. Cedric raised his brow, still not getting his sister’s plan. “Okay, so what are you thinking of?” He asked.