Make Ugly Woman Your Wife 소설 & 이야기

she said with a disgusting look on her face. Tears started to form on my eyes. This women!! This little wife of mine!! How can she be this cruel. Am I that ugly? I touched my face while still having that hurt look on my face. How can she call me ugly? I'm her husband. I gritted my teeth angrily while moving towards her to hold her "Don't provoke me baby girl. Tell me now that I'm the most handsome and hottest person in your eyes" I said while holding her cheeks in a pout.

but I will say don’t hit her too hard you wouldn’t want to damage her soft skin and her beautiful face… Man the things I would do to have her as my wife, you truly are a lucky man.” Beau glared at Trad with an ice cold stare as he (Beau) cracked his phone screen in his grip. Beau clenched his jaw, dropped his phone on the ground, and said, “You touched my wife?” Trad laughed and said, “What are you going to be the big tough Beau now? Beau you are nothing more than a coward afraid of change and afraid to lose the business.” Beau said, “You touched my wife,” and Trad smiled while saying, “Oh please, she's property that your daddy bought for you because you can’t get a woman, pretty boy. She’s

"You are the one being delusional for years now, Anastasia. You married Regan because you thought he would love you, but guess what? He's still obsessed and loves me." Her words were like knives, each one cutting deeper than the last. I felt my heart shatter with every sentence she uttered but I kept my face emotionless. "Everyone out there knows that Regan loves me so much. Everyone knows us. They are our friends, and they also know that he doesn't love you. So, between the two of us, you are the one who does not belong here.” "And yet, I am the wife," I said calmly. Her eyes narrowed. "An unwanted wife."

“Work? That’s the lamest excuse I’ve ever heard. Do you hear yourself? Look at you—you’re gorgeous, you’re kind, and you’re literally the perfect wife. Meanwhile, he’s out there being an emotionally constipated jerk. Seriously, what’s so special about him? If I were you, I’d find myself a lover. That would teach him a lesson.” Lara shot her a pointed look. “That’s never going to happen. You know how much I love Lucas.” Ali groaned dramatically. “God, you’re hopeless. You’re so in love with a walking red flag!” Lara stifled a laugh. “You sound more bitter than I do. You don’t even have a boyfriend.” She shrugged. “That’s because men are trash. It’s like they have collectively decided to be te

I'm afraid I'll go crazy if I listen to her ramblings often. “Did you hear me, huh? A disobedient wife like you, who can't even take care of her own family. A fool's wife doesn't know how to benefit. You're ugly, smelly, stupid and greedy, you like wasting money again, it's no wonder no one likes you. No wonder everyone hates you. No wonder your own mother doesn't want to take care of you, and no wonder your father doesn't want to acknowledge you. No wonder you don't have any friends. No wonder the neighbors don't want to approach you, because you are the ugliest woman, the worst woman in the world, stupid brat. How disgusting you are, you know? I can't take it anymore. I want her t

The man remained silent, listening intently. "I asked for some money for plastic surgery to make my face worthy of his wife, but he refused to give me the money for nothing," Ariana laughed ruefully, but her voice sounded bitter. "As if my appearance doesn't matter, because I'm not allowed to introduce myself as his wife." The man clenched his fists under the table. "I finally realized," Ariana continued, her voice trembling slightly. "No matter how hard I try to be patient, he'll never see my sacrifice."

Yet, when I poured all my love on Snow, she was busy giving her attention to another man. “Snow, are you really this naive? Yulan isn’t your ‘brother.’ He’s an adult man who’s interested in you. You really can’t tell? “Tell me, in the eight years that we’ve been together, have you ever done something as simple as washing my clothes? What you call a small favor looks very different from my perspective. My wife, in another man’s home, wearing only a camisole, does something so intimate for him that she’s never done for me. How’s that not crossing a line?”

“I am so disappointed in you. You’re nothing but a waste. You’re not even man enough to handle your ex-wife—what a shame.” She huffed, pacing restlessly. “Just look at you. You couldn’t even fight back. Maybe you should have been a woman instead.” He clenched his jaw, breathing heavily. “If you have nothing encouraging to say, I’d advise you not to add to what I’m already feeling. I’ll handle this—you don’t have to keep interfering.”

Natalia asked, holding her chest in mockery of her former self. “He does not realise that my husband has not done anything wrong! Instead, he is here, acting like a donkey. A very brave donkey, but foolish all the same. If I was not with Noah, maybe I would—” She cut herself off with a long suffering sigh. “Ah, I should not be thinking in such a manner. It would not do to be so greedy when the man of my dreams is already the man I’m married to. Obese people always want more cake and people with anorexia always want to get thinner. Too much of one thing and everyone dies. I am fine the way I am.

"Of course not!" I sat down. It was almost funny, attending my own wife's wedding and whatnot. I started looking around. Before long, the older woman beside me struck up a conversation. "Those two look perfect together, don't they? It wasn't easy for them to get married." I gritted my teeth, but the bitterness still came. "What made it hard?"