His Not So Beautiful Wife Novel Novels & Stories

I said as I wriggle against his grip on my waist but like always he won't let go. "Shh.. ok I don't deny looking at her . But you can't blame me. It's in man nature .And it doesn't matter how much a man loves his wife or how beautiful she is. He still would look , like I said it's in man nature . A fact we can't deny."His words hurt me to some extent but I know what he said is true . I asked mama once , ' mama if a woman is beautiful, will his husband have his eyes only for her.'

Women who were used to that kind of life made sure they used their pussy to the best of its ability. My father once told me a story about what a man had done to keep his wife happy. According to him, there was this man who married a beautiful girl. He loved her very much. One day she developed a skin disease. And you do know what happens when stuff like that happens. Slowly she started to lose her beauty. It so happened that one day her husband left for a tour. While returning he met with an accident and lost his eyesight. However their married life continued as usual. But as days passed she lost her beauty gradually. Blind husband did not know this and there was not any difference in their

“Mr. Dean, sir, this woman is lying. She’s my wife, you see and she’s just throwing a tantrum. As a matter of fact, I told her to tender in her resignation last night and come home to her family but she refused. And now she’s putting our daughter’s life in danger.” My brow twitched as well as my lip. How could he stand there and lie so casually? But then again he’d do so, so flawlessly it took me ten years to find out. He was testing my patience and it would soon run out. What he had done to me was a crime that was punishable by law, had he forgotten? Maybe he just doesn’t care. Or maybe he thought he would get away with it, because after all, I was just June. A nobody. Just someone talented

He spends the entire night out and doesn't even bother to check in while his wife is at home about to give birth. Who could be more heartless than that? People could tell right away that this commenter was an insider. Curious strangers responded to the message as it shot to the top, but "HeD serveslt" remained silent. Another well-liked comment was then elevated to the top. The wife isn't innocent either, according to this one. She made the most of her pregnancy. She is ugly and overweight. How could a man want someone like that? Drama erupted again as a result. He deserved it; obviously, he hadn't intended to continue arguing, but they immediately retaliated after realizing that.

“I mean, you’re usually cantankerous-damn near unpleasant. However, I must say that you are particularly…unpleasant this evening. So, tell me what’s going on?” “It’s Livia,” I said. “Livia Simmons, you mean?” I nodded. “Ah, the woman you should have married instead of that-” “Stop,” I said. “You…” I sighed. “Livia isn’t who you or I thought she was.” “A hot bombshell of a beauty with an extremely successful family?” He said and snickered. “What else matters outside of that?” He shrugged. “When it comes to a wife that is.” When he said that, I couldn’t help but wonder whether that was the extent of his consideration when it came to my mother. I wanted to press the issue further but there were

not the owners. She held his hands in her and kissed them. "These hands have done wonders Ashton...every night for 4 years they have taken care of my numb legs with just one hope...to hope something which was next to impossible. Tell me, Ash..why you didn't leave this not so beautiful wife? Why you tried everything to make her see her own beauty? Why you didn't divorce this crippled wife and married some beautiful model? Why you worked every second of these 4 years to make me stand up on my own?

"The damage to the Blackmere name. The damage to the stability of our marriage." "Our marriage?" she laughed, a hollow, bitter sound. "You mean the arrangement? The contract? The business deal you entered into because you were 'tired of being alone'?" "That's not fair," he said, his voice rising to match hers. "Isn't it?" she shot back. "You're the one who sold my parents a bill of goods. You're the one who created this fantasy, this beautiful, perfect story that isn't real. And now you're angry because a little bit of reality leaked in?"

He's a very rich and influential businessman, he has a very lovely family his wife's name is Rita Bantle, and their lovely daughter Beauty Bentley she's a very beautiful girl. Beauty is 3years old, and her father loves her so much even more than he loves his wife because Rita Bentle keeps a serious friendship with his husband enemy; Mrs. Clara Kane. Mrs. Clara Kane is a very wicked and greedy woman to the extent that she killed her husband because of properties. Her husband's name is Mr. Kane, who is Mr. Bentle's best friend in business and he had two sons John Kane and James Kane. When Beauty was 3-years, Mrs. Clara Kane told her best friend Rita Bentle to killed her husband so that she can

Did she sound petty by cautioning him for asking the woman to leave? Fuck! she turned away with a sigh. Henry had the right to ask his wife to stay or leave and it was known of her business. Maybe she saw his approach toward his wife as a rude one because she was looking for the slightest opportunity to be with the woman and he just ruined her shot. He cleared his throat loudly, signalling the end of his laugh. "She's beautiful," Eve commented with a smile. Heck, Mira wasn't just beautiful but drop-dead gorgeous and she wouldn't be ashamed to admit it before her husband.

William Anderson's deliberate cough cut her off before she could say the word "troll." Hazel looked at Yvonne with disgust, and there was a hint of gloating in her eyes. The man once favored by God had ended up marrying an ugly woman. There would be lots of people waiting to have a good laugh at him. The next moment, Hazel smiled and invited Yvonne to sit down with great hospitality. "Come, have a seat. You're married to Stephen now, so we're all family. Make yourself comfortable."