Beautiful Wife With Ugly Husband Novels & Stories

“You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!" Celina’s throat closed up. She blinked rapidly, fighting the rising tide of panic and disbelief. “Yes. That’s… right.” She forced a nod, swallowing hard. “We’ve been married. W-We are doing great." Marissa gave an understanding nod and smiled warmly. “He’s so proud of you. I always thought you two made a great couple. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Celina’s knees felt weak. A cold wave washed over her as Marissa’s words settled into her like icy needles. The man she had been sharing stolen moments with—the man who whispered sweet promises and touched her like she was th

“What do you think you’re doing?” “What do you mean?” I whispered back, keeping my eyes on the crowd. “Didn’t you hear what the MC said? They called your wife.” His smile didn’t falter, but his words cut like a blade. “And you think showing up here with your fat, ugly face is something to be proud of? Aren’t you ashamed of yourself, Rose?” His voice rose, and I heard some of the people laughing. Even Eva, my own daughter, was laughing at me.

He summoned the entire family, activated every connection he had, and launched a full-scale search for Lina. Within a single day, they found her. Lina threw herself into Marco’s arms the moment she was rescued, and when she saw me, her face twisted into fear. “Aurora, I’m sorry! I’ll stay far away from your husband from now on. Please don’t lock me up in the punishment room again!” It was the first time she called Marco my husband. Marco’s presence turned terrifying. His cold gaze shot toward me like a knife. “Aurora, jealousy has limits! Lina is just a child! The punishment room is for traitors and enemies! She was electrocuted and whipped in there… Do you have any idea she almost died?”

A deal he’d sign to get more money. “Ms Morris. All those words of your beauty don’t do you any justice. You are exquisitely gorgeous.” Stefan cheekily pecked my hand. My skin tingled with uneasiness. “My pleasure,” I mumbled low enough for him to hear me. Gently, he lowered his gaze upon me, his eyes traversing my form. I could sense a glimmer of admiration as they beheld the dazzling, resplendent dress that gracefully adorned my silhouette. It fed the essence of his masculinity, affirming his conquest of my hand in marriage. Yet, within me, an ember of disdain flickered, for I resented the notion of becoming nothing more than a mere trophy wife in his eyes. The opulent gems weighing upon m

she was bold and beautiful and he was just a rotten piece of meat, bulging eyes, and round belly. His side hair on constant fight with her half-bald head to get them completely ripped off. Who would like to be with someone like this guy? No girl can want this kind of ugly husband. But I envy my boss, he is ugly but has a beautiful wife. He owns a gorgeous house in the suburbs, complete with a swimming pool and a large garden, and the world’s best collection of cars. Yes, I am jealous of his possessions. All the way these vigorous thoughts were entering my mind while traveling with the boss in his car on the way to his office.

Raising his hands, Pastor Chauffee gestured for us all to stand as he closed out the service in prayer. Humiliated, I turned to run out of this place and collided with Paige. Donovan is far from attractive, but he's a decent-looking man. He could snag a pretty woman if he wanted to, but his wife is hideous. The saying "you're not ugly, just broke" does not ring true for her. She's extra nice whenever she sees me, but she must hate how much her husband caters to me.

A long red carpet was extended in front of her and at the bottom of the stairs stood her husband. His dark red eyes urged her to hurry with a hint of disgust. He looked handsome, too handsome to be real. He had long blonde hair with red eyes and pale skin, as opposed to her darkened skin and dark red hair. She was often insulted by him and many others for her features, demeaned to lesser than a human. She knew just what kind of beast lay behind his red eyes. She disembarked the carriage, walking up beside him. She wasn't the shining star of the capital for nothing. Her manners and etiquette were perfect with intelligence and wisdom surpassing the other ladies of the capital. Her husband onl

If you are ugly and bitchy, men will hate you. Paige: [That sounds about right.] Casey: [Is your husband’s first love beautiful? ] Paige: [She’s beautiful. She’s probably the most beautiful person in any situation. Her looks can slaughter all the girls out there easily.] Jessica: [Then why did your husband break up with her?] Paige: [They don’t get along.] Casey: [That’s what men always say. Eleven out of ten would use the same excuse.] Jessica: [You’re right.]

He didn't turn around. "Then again," she went on, "perhaps you don't mind that. Perhaps it would solve a problem for you. The wretched ugly wife killed by her own husband in a fit of temper the day before he marries his new luna. The whole kingdom would understand. They might even applaud." "Stop." "I will not." She raised her chin and pulled the loose hair back from her face with one shaking hand and held it there.

She said proudly. "But I want to call him my husband because I love him! I want to call him my husband because he loves me! I want to be married to him, because what we have is real, not because I want to hold on to a title... He told me to leave! He kicked me out of my house, our house, a place we were supposed to have our family. Now he has in there another woman. He is going to raise his family with her!" I said shaking my head because what she said just didn't make sense to me right now.