His Not So Beautiful Wife Novel の小説・ストーリー

He hated his scars and hated himself as well. “Oh, oh look, this one here is my favorite. It was written that this photo was taken before the accident where his wife died.” Sally said as she put her phone right in my face, forcing me to look at it, and my chest clenched. Ever since I was put in this situation, I refused to g****e anything about him or his wife. But she was right, he was a very handsome man and his wife was beautiful as well. We have some similarities, but in the end, she was way prettier than me.

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.

The Tv turns on and a shrill voice fills the air causing the laughter to die down. “A fraud, that’s what she is and my family would get to the bottom of this. Our empire would not go down so easily.” A woman in a cute halter-neck dress is speaking into a microphone, cameras flashing all around her. Something about her seems familiar. In the casual way she flips her hair and throws her bejewelled fingers. She’s dripping in diamonds. “Does it mean she’s still in control of all the family assets, including the infamous Hamilton estate?” A reporter with a mic questions the woman.

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.”

He was tall and muscular if it wasn’t for his receding hair line and very obvious silver hair one would think he is in his forties. Nathan’s eyes widened slightly when he saw me but kept his posture in front of the man. “Who are you beautiful?” I blushed slightly and looked at Nathan, he came forward and placed a comforting hand on my back. “This is my wife Anastasia Beth Dominic.” “Ah... the woman behind his success.” I chuckled. “I wouldn’t call myself that. His work is his own without any external help.” The man smiled, “You have got yourself a proud wife Mr. Dominic.”

“Ah, hasn't he? He is a respectable man with a lot of influence, surely he knew how to choose his wife, although I heard that she had left him, I don't believe in that gossip.” “Mr. White takes good care of his wife, although she is stubborn.” “Then she must be a beauty. They say that beautiful women enslave men.” “Ha! Beauty, my knee. That woman is more ordinary than me, and she even has a sca—” The woman stopped talking when she realized that she was giving information she shouldn't have since Daniel kept his wife's affair a secret, given the mistreatment she received from him. “I'm sorry? You didn't finish the sentence, did you say she has a scar?”

I guess I better get started if I want to get everything back as soon as possible. I looked at him straight in his eyes. He was serious and all business. Right, this marriage is a business to him. I shouldn’t get a hold of myself just because he became a little bit nice. I still don’t know anything about him aside from everything that he put outside for everyone to see. But getting everything back is my priority. “I want to stop working as a prostitute, but my employer wouldn’t allow me. I just escaped from the house and I’m sure–”

“Thank you, my friend. I feel very happy because now you are on the right side.” Rossalie also tried to smile after hearing Argo's words pretending to be in front of Edward. “Then, where is Tiffany now? Is my child's womb okay?” Argo and Rossalie immediately fell silent when they heard Edward's question just now. They were silent because they did not know what to answer. “Tiffany is resting at home. So you don't need to worry about your child's womb because she's fine.” Until finally Rossalie told a lie. “It's fine if it's like that. She must rest regularly so that my child's womb remains healthy and can be born normally. I can't wait for time to pass quickly. I no longer want to have this m

“So you’re really doing this. You’re actually sitting here calling that man your husband.” “He is my husband.” I responded. “On paper,” Mike said flatly. “That’s all it is Nara and you know it. That whole marriage only exists because his money made it happen and your family sold you into it. Don’t sit here and talk to me about being a married woman like you and Jared Wilson are some kind of real couple.” I folded my hands on the table and looked at him calmly. “Stop all these. What was so urgent Mike?” He opened his mouth and then closed it again. He looked at me for a moment like he was deciding something. Then he exhaled and leaned forward.

This did not happen by mistake, this had been happening, maybe not in my face before now but it had been happening. And suddenly, every late night, every unanswered call, every strange silence starts making sense. I swallowed hard and the thought that entered my mind was ugly, ugly enough to make my stomach turn. So this was what tenderness looked like… when it was not mine. I couldn't stay here, if I stay one more minute, I would either beg or break and I have already done enough of both in this marriage. So I turned and started walking away fast and I then heard Damien called my name once.