All Chapters of No Longer His Ugly Wife: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

LUCY’S POV“Happy anniversary, honey!” Today marked our third wedding anniversary.Three years ago, I was Lucy Whitmore. Slim, radiant, and the rebellious daughter of a powerful family. But I gave up everything, my title and my inheritance just for a man who painted sunsets on cracked canvases and whispered that I was his muse.And this morning, that same man, my husband, Tom, smiled at me as if nothing had changed, walking in with paint still drying on his hands.I wiped the flour from my apron and returned the smile.“Happy anniversary.” I replied, trying not to feel self-conscious about the muffin top folding under my shirt.He dug into his old leather bag and pulled out three tickets. “Surprise!” he declared, waving them with exaggerated flair.I blinked. “What’s this?”“Hawaii trip next week.” he grinned. “Beach BBQs, surfing, sunshine… I figured we all needed a break.”My heart swelled. I never liked tropical trips. Swimsuits only reminded me I was overweight. And always the

Lucy’s POV Why did Noah call Blair mom? Was she the mom the kids were talking about earlier? I got puzzled, confused, and hurt. Mixed emotions. I got home. My body is still weak from everything I’ve seen and heard a while ago. There was Tom, lounging on the couch with his hands stained with paint. “Hey, you’re home.” he said casually.He didn’t even look up at me. I know he’s also tired.I wanted to scream. I wanted to throw my bag. But I stayed calm. “Tom.” I said, swallowing hard, “Why did Blair pick up Noah?” His eyes widened, surprised, like he didn’t expect me to know. “I was really busy, Lucy. I just finished a painting and needed a break. I didn’t want to bother you. I know you’re busy too. And besides, Blair is very fond of Noah. She will not complain.” he said. I nodded, but something felt off. This didn’t feel like the first time. Has he been asking Blair to pick up our son behind my back? Without even my consent? “You should have called me, Tom. Noah is my son. H

Lucy’s POVI thought arriving here in Hawaii would reconnect us and help me unwind, but everything that happened only made me more stressed. “Noah, go wash up and change into your pajamas.” I told him. We had just arrived back at our room after shopping and eating dinner outside. “Tom, can we talk?” I called out. “Not now, Lucy. I’m exhausted.” he complained. “Please.” I rolled my eyes and sighed.He didn’t say anything and just nodded. We headed to the kitchen. “Tom, why are we paying for Blair’s expenses?” I scoffed. Since we arrived, I noticed she hadn’t paid for anything. It was very hurtful to see, especially since we have a tight budget. Not to brag, but I’ve been supporting our family for years with my small salary, since his paintings are hard to sell. “Lucy, can we not talk about this right now?” Tom said, massaging his forehead. “No, Tom. Let’s talk about it now. I already agreed for her to come, and now I’m also covering her expenses. This is unfair.” I groaned. T

Lucy’s POV I woke up to white walls and the faint beep of machines.My body felt heavy. Like something was pressing down on me. My mouth tasted like metal. Something cold and plastic was stuck in my arm. I tried to move, but even lifting my hand made my whole body ache. Everything hurts. I blinked slowly to realize I was still alive. And then it hit me. Scenes of me drowning, and no one even came back for me. I turned my head weakly, and then I saw Tom. Sitting right beside the bed. Slouched forward like he hadn’t slept. His shirt was wrinkled. His eyes looked red and puffy, like maybe he cried. “Lucy… You’re okay.” he breathed, as soon as he saw my eyes open. I didn’t say anything. I wasn’t sure how to feel. I wasn’t even sure if I wanted him here. The door creaked open. I heard them before I saw them. Blair and Noah. They walked in like they were entering a birthday party. Carrying takeout bags. Laughing about something. Their hands locked together like a happy little team. T

Lucy’s POV I woke up with a weight pressing on my chest. Not from the wave. This was heavier. It sat there like it belonged. My muscles ached. My skin still felt too tight. And my heart? It just… hurts. The sheets rustled behind me. Tom was awake. I didn’t move and didn’t look. Just stayed curled on my side, pretending to be asleep because pretending was easier than facing him. Then I heard the sound I knew would come. The soft and quick pattern of Noah’s feet. “Mom! Dad! Wake up! It’s breakfast time! Let’s go!” His voice was so bright it stung. I opened my eyes slowly, like even that took effort. My lips pulled into a smile. “Okay, baby.” I whispered, wiping at the sleep still stuck to my skin, as if I could wipe the rest of me clean too. Tom sat up behind me, voice far too normal. “Let’s get going before breakfast ends.” As if nothing had happened. As if I hadn’t almost drowned yesterday. I moved slowly. Every move makes my eyes close in pain. Every bone in my body aches,