Widows Of The South Novels & Stories

By then, I was already seated backstage at the wedding. Rumor had it that Wendy had been left severely disabled after a car accident and would spend the rest of her life in a wheelchair. In reality, she only used the wheelchair to keep unwanted admirers away so she could focus on managing the company. After all, most men would back away the moment they heard she was paralyzed. When I met her a few days earlier, she had looked at me curiously and asked: "You're really not bothered by the fact that I supposedly can't sleep with you? Honestly, that's worse than being stuck in a loveless marriage."

Lisa Knox My hands trembled as I looked at the file in my hand. A divorce? How could he? I quickly held on to the nearest furniture to steady myself. My head was swimming, my vision blurring as I tried to make out the words. I had just had a miscarriage, the blood still dripping down my legs when my husband and love of my life slammed down the envelope and strode out of the house. "This is unfair," I cried, feeling the tears rolling down my cheeks. "Maybe it's because I can't give him a proper child."

A woman, a neighbor of Hana who has long been envious of Hana, gapes when she sees Jayden in the yard busy cleaning. "Who is that man? How come he can be at Hana's house? Cihhh, itchy widow! It just seems so kind and sweet, you know you keep men at home secretly." the woman grinned with satisfaction because it seemed to find a way. She really hated Hana. Because her husband often glanced at Hana secretly. Not only her husband, most men, both single and married, are always attracted to young widows and make them gossip. Somehow in the beginning, the status of a widow in this country always got a bad reputation and became an object of ridicule. used as a betting tool, even used as a sexual fan

> "I'm the cold, detached wife. I'm the emotionally unavailable physician who spent more time in the trauma bays than in her own home. I was entirely too focused on my own career advancement to notice a lonely, neglected husband." Thelma looked utterly crushed. The absolute silence that followed was all the confirmation I required. I nodded slowly, the pieces of the puzzle locking into perfect alignment. The script practically wrote itself. The highly successful, unyielding female doctor; the busy, neglectful mother; the tragic, cast-aside husband who simply fell into the arms of a warm, supportive young woman. You could almost hear the whispers spreading through the manicured lawns of River

"Vera, Noah's gone, and you're still young. You can't spend the rest of your life alone. Why not remarry while you can? "Find someone to rely on, so you'll always have someone to take care of you. My cousin here is a good man. He won't let you down." I couldn't help but laugh in exasperation. "Noah hasn't been gone that long, and you're already trying to find me a new husband? Isn't that a little inappropriate?" Matthew's expression hardened at once. "What's inappropriate about it? We're doing this for your own good. You're still young. How can you spend the rest of your life as a widow?"

The so-called salvation was Luigi keeping a helpless pawn for his amusement. Tears welled up in my eyes as rage filled my chest. I walked over to the safe and locked the document inside. The Isabella who had once been weak and hungry for love was locked away with it. Walking over to the mirror, I stared at the pale woman in the reflection. I lifted the corners of my mouth, adjusting the angle a few times until the smile was perfect but devoid of warmth. Since he said one could only be a widow in the Conti family, I'd follow that rule. He would live while watching himself lose everything slowly.

The nurses' hushed conversation drifted to my ears. "How pitiful. You really have to be careful who you marry! Look at the other wife next door. She just has a shallow scratch on her foot, and the boss is beside himself with worry. Look at this woman. She's miscarrying, and her husband is nowhere to be found..." The anesthetic pulled me into thick darkness, letting me forget the piercing pain for a moment. However, for the hurt Dante caused me, not even powerful anesthesia could make me forget it. In my dreams, I seemed to return to that warm moment this morning.

Standing up, David turns to walk away, leaving her alone to gather her thoughts. Nora finds herself alone in the confines of her small bedroom, her gaze fixed upon the walls as her mind drifts into the memories of the Nashville brothers. Despite their undeniable handsomeness and the allure of their dreamlike qualities, she struggles to fully believe that she will soon be wedded to one of them. The stark contrast between their privileged upbringing as the wealthy children of David Nashville and her own humble origins as the daughter of a gardener weighs heavily on her.

Iris said as I burst into laughter. “I wanted that as much as you did but if he died just like that without suffering, of what use would my second chance be??? I want him to feel every pain I felt and that can only be possible if we end up getting married…he was a widower in my previous life but this time around, I would be the widow.” "That's my girl!!!! Look, I was planning on traveling back soon but because of you, I won't do that anymore…I am with you all the way in this plan of yours.” Iris said as I smiled.

His dead body was laid on the floor covered with a white sheet with people surrounding him and a woman over his chest as she wept like a woman who is sincerely in vain at his departure. While me. I sat out of all those people away from the body leaning back to the pillar with my legs cuddled to my chest, my hands around my legs as I looked at her with zero expression as the tear strains on my cheeks itched. I'm outcasted from his people while I'm his wife. I don't understand anything. I was married just yesterday and I became a widow today. And no one came to console me but strangely three women who are his mother, aunt, and sister were consoling that particular woman while I am staring at t