My Husband Hides His Beauty の小説・ストーリー

"Cut the crap! Your future wife's the most beautiful woman in Cloudcove. Who knows how many men are dying to be with her? If you don't go now, don't come crying to me if someone steals her away." "The most beautiful woman in Cloudcove?" Damian's eyes brightened. "Whoa! Why didn't you say so sooner? Why would I want to hang out with an old fogey like you if I had a hot wife waiting for me? "I'm off to meet my beautiful wife!" Thrilled, Damian dashed off impatiently, shouting as he did, "Gloria's a born seductress, Alden! Don't overdo it! I don't want to come back to find that you've been sucked dry!"

The rest of the celebration was at another venue, so they needed to drive there. Fatima was still not past what had happened inside. She still wondered why her husband of nearly seven years would say another woman's name, but thinking of their beautiful children, their six year old daughter and two year old son, she quickly dismissed the thought. She reached for her husband's hand, but he was surprisingly focused on his phone. Since both his hands were busy typing, she settled for resting her hand on his lap. "I am thinking we leave early," she said, referring to the honeymoon getaway she had planned. It was only a weekend trip, but she was excited. She had not spent much time with her husba

“If you try this again, you will see a side of me you do not want to see.” That wiped the smile off her face. She looked away slowly, pretending it did not affect her, but I did not care. My mind was already somewhere else. With Sophia, still wondering why did she leave like that? The way she looked… it was not normal, she was literally shaking, or is she married? And if she doesn’t stay with her husband during the thunder, something might ? Well, she wouldn’t marry anyone except from me, I won’t allow that! Is there someone waiting for her? Or is something wrong in her life that I do not know about?

It's a silent rule cause I don't want them to feel awkward having fans. 'What are you saying? I would love to help, especially if it's a fan of mine. It's like giving back to you for all the support and inspiration you gave me.' what's with this heartfelt statement? I keep my heart beating faster and make myself comfortable at his back. He smelled so good. He opened the door to his apartment. "I'm back." All the conversation started in Hangul but I understand it anyway. "Oh honey, welcome back. Who's that?" I finally see his mystery wife. He never discloses her to the public. She was so pretty in her straight black hair. She probably also just came back from the kitchen with the apron she wa

There are two slices of toast too. I’m not used to being taken care of yet alone by David. I had a crush on my husband. I pat my cheeks when he isn’t looking to calm the heat in my cheeks. I was blushing because David and I’ve never been like a normal married couple. Yet alone in front of our daughter. His sister getting married must have changed David or something that happened while he was deployed.

Narrowing her eyes at Zara, she complained, “You didn't tell me about this.” Woah! I wasn't expecting my wife to be so straightforward. My heart throbbed when Tania asked curiously. “Who is your husband? What does he look like?” I looked at Zara through the rear mirror. Unlike before a playful smirk was playing on her lips. Was she really going to unleash my identity? My face grew stiff on the very thought of exposure. Zara smirked, her eyes gaping at me, “Tania, my husband is not proud of his looks. He doesn't like to be photographed.”

And she — this impossible, infuriating woman — looks like she's having the time of her life. Something shifts in her expression then. The teasing softens just slightly at the edges, and she turns to face him fully, and when she smiles this time it's different. Warmer. Realer. "Okay, okay." She holds up both hands, surrendering. "Now — now — my husband is the absolute best. The greatest. The most ridiculously handsome man I have ever seen in my entire life. Liam Hart, I swear, even when you're furious you look like you belong on a billboard. I love you. I love you so much. You are devastatingly, unfairly, aggressively good-looking and I am so lucky—"

I'd stupidly thought that this was a secret account he'd created for our baby, thinking that he didn't know how to express it to me extrinsically. But now, I knew that I had been a fool all along. I swiftly contacted a moving company. When we got married, I single-handedly replaced all the old, rotting furniture in our run-down apartment. Levi's friends had teased him in the past when they learned about it. "Say, Lev! I didn't know that you married a rich country girl! Your wife must be loaded!" "Make sure she's not pretending to be rich! Otherwise, you're going to be saddled with debt when the bills arrive!"

I don't know why, but I sank back and hid from her gaze my chest thumping loudly. I didn't imagine it but she smiled at me, as if she knew I was there the whole time and smiled a bloody red smile that almost made my blood cold. She was icy cold. She would really fit Nik, they will make beautiful I've cold babies. Even I could acknowledge the truth in that. I bent there in shame, waiting for them to leave and when they finally did, I sighed. it was a mixture of shame, and a reminder that it was someone just like that woman that my husband had being hiding from me all these while