What happens when your ex-husband’s new wife—polished, educated, unbothered—invites you to their first wedding anniversary?
 

You weren’t thinking about him. You had moved on. He was a closed drawer, a locked file. Forgotten. But suddenly, you’re spiraling. Not because you want him back. But because he’s become the man you begged him to be—with someone else.
 

Us, Women is a sharp, intimate portrait of modern womanhood told through the eyes of a narrator who isn’t heartbroken—she’s furious. Set in Paris, across cafés, inboxes, and after-work bars, this novella follows a circle of women—divorced, married, mothers, lovers, undocumented, burnt out—each navigating the quiet violence of being expected to accept less and smile anyway.
 

Told in raw lyrical-like narrative fragments, this story is not a redemption arc. It’s not even revenge. It’s what happens when women stop apologizing for wanting more—and start speaking plainly about what they’ve survived.