Beautiful Wife With Ugly Husband Novels & Stories

He said in a serious but soft voice. “We are always together. And we don’t have a problem.” I persisted. “Really? Then why are you becoming distant and cold?” He asked. “I'm always like this. I'm named in our campus as Mara the Ice Princess remember? So its just normal.” “That's how they named you. But not me. For me, you are the sweetest and the most beautiful wife. And I really miss my wife.” He said kind of frustrated. “Hon please believe. There’s no truth in dad’a accusation.”

Natalia asked, holding her chest in mockery of her former self. “He does not realise that my husband has not done anything wrong! Instead, he is here, acting like a donkey. A very brave donkey, but foolish all the same. If I was not with Noah, maybe I would—” She cut herself off with a long suffering sigh. “Ah, I should not be thinking in such a manner. It would not do to be so greedy when the man of my dreams is already the man I’m married to. Obese people always want more cake and people with anorexia always want to get thinner. Too much of one thing and everyone dies. I am fine the way I am.

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.

Grabbing her chin, I force her to look at me, “My sweet, beautiful, Ellie. Don’t hide from me.” “How can you say that I’m beautiful?” Ellie asked. I lightly run my fingers over Ellie’s thigh, “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve met Ellie. I love when the sun hits your hair, and you can see the golden strands. Your eyes are always soft.” “You had women more beautiful than me,” Ellie replies. I shake my head, “That’s impossible. You have models jealous of you.” Ellie blushes, “They are jealous because I’m married to you.”

but I will say don’t hit her too hard you wouldn’t want to damage her soft skin and her beautiful face… Man the things I would do to have her as my wife, you truly are a lucky man.” Beau glared at Trad with an ice cold stare as he (Beau) cracked his phone screen in his grip. Beau clenched his jaw, dropped his phone on the ground, and said, “You touched my wife?” Trad laughed and said, “What are you going to be the big tough Beau now? Beau you are nothing more than a coward afraid of change and afraid to lose the business.” Beau said, “You touched my wife,” and Trad smiled while saying, “Oh please, she's property that your daddy bought for you because you can’t get a woman, pretty boy. She’s

“And now he’s letting another woman waltz with him for the opening number.” “That’s normal,” another woman scoffed. “Everyone knows his marriage was forced by his grandmother. Besides, his wife’s supposedly hideous.” “If you were him, you’d lock her up too, wouldn’t you?” a third woman added, rolling her eyes dramatically. The first woman sighed. “Such a shame. Look at those two—they’re perfect together. He belongs with someone like Bianca.” Raine kept listening, her lips curling in a silent, mocking smile. Ugly?

I took the plate of ribs and placed it in front of me. She kicked me under the table, “I heard that the one who likes salty food will always be ugly. Do you mean that you are ugly? And I like salty too. So you are saying that I am ugly. Am I ugly? Am I ugly?” I shook my head. “No, my wife is most beautiful. There is no one more beautiful than my wife in the world. I want you to see you every day and want to hug you to sleep.” She pouted. “That’s more like it here. It’s a bowl of pure chicken soup that has been steamed out of chicken. Drink it.”

Suddenly, the whole world had decided that Xyla Quest’s husband was an ugly man. “What a pity. It’s like a fresh flower on cow dung.” “I always assumed that someone like Xyla Quest would definitely marry an elite, wealthy, and handsome man.” “Tsk tsk tsk, I heard that her husband is so ugly that he’s not presentable. He even has an insignificant status! Tsk tsk tsk… Is Xyla’s brain alright? Why does she have to defile herself this way?”

"Wait." "What?" "We don’t even eat breakfast together every day, do we?" "Yeah." "And dinner?" "Sometimes. When our schedules align." "Sometimes?" I echoed, disbelieving. "But we’re married!" "Yes." I stared at him, my heart heavy with a strange sensation. "Are we really married, Lee?" His expression remained unreadable, his voice dropping into a flat, dry tone. "Unfortunately." My mouth fell open. I stared at him in utter shock. "Unfortunately?!"

I was honestly thrown off, because her husband was so… so… absolutely nothing like her! “Honey, look what a beauty this rascal managed to snatch for himself!” the woman addressed her husband warmly. “Finally someone’s going to put this idiot in line! He’s not forcing you into this, is he? Because I know men like that!” Suddenly she looked sternly at her husband and Kirill, brows furrowing.