Beautiful Wife With Ugly Husband Novels & Stories

"So you think you're worthy of me? Jenny! I've never confirmed that you're my girlfriend before. Just because you helped my mother once, I let you do whatever you wanted. But you are very brave. You dare to threaten others with the name of billionaire Roger's girlfriend. Make them fear and worship you. You think don't I know these things?" Jenny was silent, she rolled her eyes at Roger in fear. Indeed, Roger has never acknowledged Jenny as his girlfriend, nor does he consider Jenny to be his girlfriend. Even in front of other people. But Jenny doesn't think so. She thinks that as long as she takes the name of Roger's girlfriend, everyone should respect her. Roger is a man of few words, he wi

"You're beautiful in every possible way. I'm such a picky being, and there is no way I would settle for less. I'm just saying that you are less beautiful in terms of appearance, if you stand next to me you will only be an ordinary pretty lady because I am way more attractive. I want what's best for my daughter, and it's none other than inheriting my good looks. " 'Well, he didn't lie tho,' a voice inside her head even agreed with her husband's claim. "You're always conceited," she replied. "Is that so? Didn't you drool on me, especially when you saw me n-" She had to stop him from saying weird words since her husband didn't know to cut to the chase.

She cannot tell of the two men which one was more mean and terrible than the other. She really pities Dan’s woman and her sister; Chin Sun for having such terrible and mean men in their lives. She shuddered at the thought of Mr. Bon-Hwa being a terrible man, he should be more terrible than Dan, a man who had the heart to come to his wedding with a gun, must be a very terrible man. She felt happy as she remembered that Boe Ho was a perfect gentleman. Thank God her marriage to Mr. Bon-Hwa was temporary, she can’t possibly live with such a man as a husband.

He thundered, grabbing me by my shoulders and shaking me violently. “Get away from me!” I yelled, trying to break free from his grip. “Just, hear me out okay?” He said, a bit calmly this time and I got some time to take a look at his face. He was absolutely beautiful. The most perfect man I’d ever seen. How could a woman do beautiful marry the perfect man, or so she thought. This perfect man is a hunter, hunting for other women to indulge in. I pitied his poor wife, Bianca. Who knows if the man is actually the reason for their childlessness? Who knows?

She pulled herself back and wiped her tears before saying her makeup is waterproof and won't come out even if she gets into the swimming pool now and they both laughed together. Her eyes darted to the decorations she made again prepared for them the same he did last night and slightly hit her forehead. He looked at her with amusement for a sec and then darted his eyes to the direction she was looking at. "Ah... I just forgot to see the beautiful arrangement which is for sure nothing near my dear wifey. As you may not know, my wife is the prettiest and most beautiful lady in this world. And guess what I got lucky to have her all myself", he said pulling her to himself in one jerk and she gasp

She is still sitting calmly, without giving the reaction Chelsea was expecting. "Ofcourse it's you. A woman who is having an affair with a married man and she is proudly declaring about the same infront of the wife. You tell me, what do such women can be named as? I am open to any kind of colourful curses. Because that kind of woman deserves that" Nina spoke casually as if she is not hurting to hear that the man she loved for more than an year and married is in love with someone else. Chelsea is furious. She is the pampered princess of a reputed family, while Nina is the ignored daughter of a not so rich family.

I told him my final words and slunk out of his godforsaken house that held painful memories of my regrettable marriage. My marriage was a miserable one, my husband hated me just as his mother and sister did. They wanted another wife for him, a presentable woman, I was overweight, naive and clumsy. I never liked my face, it was too round and too fat. Never for once did I feel beautiful and never did I imagine getting married to a handsome wealthy and powerful man like Gabriel Damasco, there had to be something more to it than love and I was right, there was.

The passing servant almost tripped on her own feet when she heard that. “Oh, come on. I’m just kidding. You still can’t take a joke, can you?” Bruce quipped with a chuckle. “Speaking of which, is your wife really the ugliest woman in Preagend? Bring her down here, will you? I want to see how hideous she looks. That makes me wonder... Don’t you think that bringing together the King family’s most handsome member and Preagend’s ugliest woman is like doing good for the world?”

inside. Her mommy ran in there until she only heard him screaming for a few seconds. "Help, help us!! My husband needs help." Maria just remained standing and seemed to be stunned; she could also feel her knees shaking with so much anxiety. When Paulina saw her, she approached her to help. "Are you all right, ma'am, Maria? How are you? Did you calm down your dad?" it asked. "No." She didn't say what she wanted to say when the medics arrived and entered the CEO's office. Paulina was also surprised to see the body of her boss lying on the bed stretcher being taken out. "Give way! My husband needs to rush to the hospital," said her mommy, who was screaming for the people to step aside. When sh

“Is she ready now? She should start coming out.” The mean lady answered. “Yes she is ready.” They started walking and I followed behind them like a prisoner going to her execution. We reached the place where the ceremony would happen. It was a small gathering. Not too many people but not too few either. When I saw my so-called husband my stomach turned. His name was Edgar. He was so ugly. His face was full of wrinkles. His teeth were yellow and broken. His skin looked rough and unclean. I felt like vomiting. How could anyone look like that?