My Substitute Ugly Wife Novels & Stories

“How am I making this a big deal when you face-fucking me and now calling me ugly compared to your brother’s wife?!” He gave me a stern look before he walked past me, went to the bathroom, and closed the door behind him. And just like that, five years of our marriage were in vain. All those moments with him were nothing but what could have been if he were with Anastasia. All the compliments that I was as beautiful as her, it was because he wished that I was her. He never loved me. How could he? I was just his substitute wife.

“The chairwoman wants me to be married to Rose due to business, breaking the news that I'm in love with someone that isn't my real wife would also damage the stock.” “You are doomed… You are so doomed, so in sixteen words, you fell in love with your wife's substitute, and now your wife wants that substitute dead?” Greg pressed. I cut him a sharp glance, my eyes narrowing into slits as I gave him the side-eye. It was a look that said, "You're beginning to piss me off, back off before things get ugly." And he understood immediately. “Oh,” he murmured, lowering his head in an apology, “I went too far, I'll try my best to find proof so the wife doesn't kill the substitute.”

he adds, and I deduce that my wife is still a virgin, or at least that is what he thinks. “I plan to do with my husband much more that I can do with a lying, cheating, manipulative bastard. I hear your girl got impregnated by your bestie. I would not be calling anyone impotent if I were you,” Amari hits back with a voice so calm, I can’t help but chuckle. That is going to hurt some egocentric maniac. My wife has a very interesting personality. I see his jaw clench before he storms away. Amari lets out a sigh and pushes me into the elevator. We get out on the first floor, where she unlocks the third door from the elevators.

I looked at him weakly and spoke up,"B..but I a..am yo..your wi..wife" Hearing this, he started laughing. I looked at him with pain. "Wife? Like seriously, you are considering your ugly self as my wife? The multimillionaire Sebastian Knight's wife? Then listen you are nothing but a gold digger. How much I wish you have seen your ugly self before considering your worthless self as my wife. Your face isn't worth to spat upon you fucking whore. This marriage is nothing to me. You are nothing to me. You are just a low class girl. How can you even think you can be my wife? You even won't fit as my maid. Have you even seen this type of cloth in your entire life?" He asked me pointing at my weeding

“I’m not your sweet little wife anymore. I’m a slut for black cock.” Kellan gripped her hips and drove into her, his cock disappearing inside her over and over. Marina threw her head back and screamed, bouncing faster, her pussy swallowing him whole. And I sat there, my face only inches away, forced to watch my wife give herself to them completely.

"Don't put on that long face. Such a good-looking face will turn ugly if you keep doing that face." Kevin Kyle responded with a straight face, "No matter how ugly I am, I am still your husband." Karen Daly smiled mischievously and said, "I wouldn't mind if you look too ugly." "I'm okay with you being ugly, so shouldn't the condition be the same for me?" Kevin Kyle said. "Kevin, you're implying that I'm ugly!" "Ugly and stupid. It's the truth. Isn't it?" "Then you'd better find a woman who is prettier and smarter than me, and she can make you happy!" Karen Daly glared at him and said angrily.

“What am I?” “You’re the placeholder.” She tilted her head and looked at me like she was admiring a painting in a museum she was about to buy. “Don’t look so sad, sweetie. You did your job. You kept the seat warm. You walked his grandmother to the bathroom. You were a perfectly nice little stand-in, and now the real wife is home. You should thank me, honestly. If my brothers had known Nate had a wife on the side, you’d have been out years ago!”

The wife swap. Just thinking about how to explain the situation made me want to turn back around and disappear into the night. Telling my father that Ashton wasn’t who she appeared to be, that she and Ashley had switched places, and that the woman I married was most likely no longer alive was a conversation I dreaded more than anything. He wasn’t going to take it well, especially when I didn’t even have all the answers myself.

And why the hell was it so much? She groaned softly and rolled over causing me to see her face. My heart plummeted. Whoever she was, she wasn’t Ivy, but she looked so familiar. I wanted to slap her awake and shake her till the truth fell from her mouth but managed to rein my anger in. I knew it had to be too true to be good. Ivy Weston parting her legs for me with her hymen intact could only be a joke. A joke shared by the entire family because they had to know what she was up to and sent a substitute who had managed to look convincing enough in the makeover under a dim light.

Until someone knocked and I had to leave. Back at the reception, I tried to stay near the edges. Away from groups of people. Didn't work. "Marcus Laurent." A business associate appeared. Gray hair, sharp eyes, firm handshake. "Pleasure to finally meet your husband." "Thank you." "Your father tells me you're quite the polo player." Polo. Right. Marcus played polo. "I play a little," I said carefully. "Modest." The man smiled. "James said you took a nasty spill last year. Broke your collarbone. Must have left quite a scar."