Make Ugly Woman Your Wife Novels & Stories

My whole life I was looked down on in my parents' home and now my very own husband is going to remind me of my ugliness every single day. I know he will never fall for an ugly girl like me but my heart had already started beating faster in his presence. "They said I was ugly but the mirror never lied, My reflection smiled when I smiled, it cried when I cried. But one day he stood behind me changing the very definition of beauty. Those eyes stared at me and those words left a deep hole beneath. She believed his words like her own And then she knew She was ugly no wonder everyone knew She was Elle Hamilton, a disgrace everyone wanted to get rid of very soon.

said the person next to me to her companion. "Yes sir, he is lucky his wife is beautiful" I just smiled. Lucky? Maybe all his wife's money is wasted because of retouching. "That's why sir zack doesn't notice us because his wife is beautiful" suddenly my smile disappeared when I heard zack's name. I looked at the artistic woman who was still happily gossiping about her. "It's really beautiful. Maybe their races are beautiful when they have children because they are both beautiful and handsome" I got even hotter from what I was hearing. When we got to the opposite side, the woman came out. I followed him looking but I followed the three then they were blocked.

I swallowed hard. "Of course. Even without you asking, I would ha..." "In the eyes of the law and all our business partners, she is still your wife!" she shouted. "The world must see that Frederick Liam Smith is a broken man due to the loss of the wife he loved. You will stand there, and you will apologize to the world for the shameful way you behaved during your marriage, and you will make a generous donation in the name of Matilda Brown. Do not destroy what I spent decades building because of your stupidity!"

"Or did you love the idea of having a wife? The status of being married, having a Luna, presenting a complete family unit to your pack? Because Matthew, love requires seeing someone as they actually are, not just what they can provide for you. And by your own admission, you never saw Bianca at all." My hands were clenched so tight my nails drew blood. "What do you want me to say?" "I want you to admit the truth. Not to me—I already know it. To yourself." She paused. "You married Bianca knowing you didn't love her. You spent four years using her labor and dedication while offering nothing genuine in return. You prioritized another woman over her repeatedly, openly, without regard for how it a

Nathan explained, placing his hands on the desk. “Is she prettier than me? Is she bustier than me? Does she moan to your satisfaction the way I do? Can she suck better me? I’m pretty sure her pussy isn’t as tight as mine.” Stella began to yell at him. “ Just shut it. Don’t you dare talk about my wife that way. I suggest you start treating me with respect if you love your job so much. God, your boobs are literally fighting to spill out of your shirt. Dress like a secretary not a fucking slut when you come to work. Don’t provoke me because you have every idea what I am capable of.” Nathan concluded with a death look.

He doesn’t even spare me a glance. “Lena is not a slave, and I need her to…” “Go” he cuts me off. “The woman would not be leaving.” “But…” “That’s final. Now leave Maria.” Walter roars with laughter along with the scantily dressed women perched on his laps. “Dear me! I’ve heard about the way you discipline the women in your household, but I didn’t think it extended to even your wife.” Cheeks burning in humiliation, I hurry out of the room with Walter’s maid before Sebastain can say something worse.

Amythest regained her balance and walked over to the window. "How come you didn't tell me about your husband?" In hushed tones, I inquired. She scowled and drew her brows together, as if she didn't understand why I was interested in his husband. She moved away from me and said, "Umm.... he works as a body bulder." I turned around to face her and showed her my biceps once more. Despite the fact that I am not a bodybuilder, I do have abs and biceps. With a thud, she walked into the washroom, rolling her eyes. She shut the door in my face, as though I was invading her personal space. I slapped my face in humiliation and attempted to inquire about her love life.

“I don’t want to see you with my husband again. I don’t care about how you gonna raise your child. I’ve disowned you.” I grabbed my bag and turned to leave. Then she spoke. “You think he loves you?” she sneered. “He doesn’t. He loves me. You were nothing but his trophy wife.”

he angrily shouted that even Ling Ling Lazy sitting there watching the play was startled. "Now the newspapers are full of pictures of you and other men rolling around in bed, embarrassing me, embarrassing Aubrey Gia, Aubrey Thi, a mean woman like you, anyone can do it. husband" The corner of Orly Lazy's lips was bleeding but she didn't care, she looked straight into his eyes and said: "Stop acting, get a divorce"

She’d been pushed away by her previous husband over and over again. And I’d done the same thing. I’d made this perfect creature think she wasn’t wanted. That she was undesirable. It was insane to think someone so beautiful could ever be tossed aside by a man. Her delicate curves and doe-like eyes would have any wolf in a frenzy if they’d been lucky enough to have her in their bed. And her idiot husband had made her think she was unattractive. And I’d done the same thing. I wanted to slap myself. Of course she’d think that if her mate walked away from her on their wedding night. I’d have thought the same thing in her shoes.