My Substitute Ugly Wife Novels & Stories

Forget the monologue I’d prepared – this was my moment. “My husband is a real joker, you know, talking about how I’m the one who forgets about her responsibilities and obligations when he’s the one who got his mistress – my stepsister, his sister-in-law – pregnant! I’m done playing house with him. We may be married but we are not in love, and he’s a disgusting, filthy cheater!”

My voice went low as my cock throbbed watching my wife lick her lower lip "Well, I thought my sweet husband was about to replace me with the same whore that did disgusting things just to get into his life," She held my hand leading me back to the bed. I plopped down, watching as her eyes scanned all over mine. She leaned close and straddled me, rolling her ass on my clothed cock "And why would I replace my wife," I bit down on my lips as my eyes raked all over her body stopping on her nipples that were already poking her dress

Crazy Wife Gotta be brave! Barry!"I ran inside to hug him so close as more tears ran through my eyes wetting his cloth. No. Mum isn't right. I wouldn't leave Barry. I wouldn't get married again. I refused to be a ball passed around. I refuse to become useless I feel Barry's hand rubbing my back slowly soothing every pain I had. But I cried the more tightening the hug I gave him We might remain like this till God knows when!

“N-NO!” “You resist one more time, I’d have to cuff you, love.” My body stiffened as I angrily glared at him. He couldn’t be serious. But the swirls of eyes were more than serious. He’d cuff me rendering me helpless once again. My eyes reflected with intense fury and rage. Wife they call me and yet treat me like a whore. Use me whenever their heart desire. “I am your wife!” I cried angry tears rushing down my eyes. Ralph looked amused shaking his head. “Not a whore!”

“What do you think you’re doing?” “What do you mean?” I whispered back, keeping my eyes on the crowd. “Didn’t you hear what the MC said? They called your wife.” His smile didn’t falter, but his words cut like a blade. “And you think showing up here with your fat, ugly face is something to be proud of? Aren’t you ashamed of yourself, Rose?” His voice rose, and I heard some of the people laughing. Even Eva, my own daughter, was laughing at me.

Lucy’s POV “Happy anniversary, honey!” Today marked our third wedding anniversary. Three years ago, I was Lucy Whitmore. Slim, radiant, and the rebellious daughter of a powerful family. But I gave up everything, my title and my inheritance just for a man who painted sunsets on cracked canvases and whispered that I was his muse. And this morning, that same man, my husband, Tom, smiled at me as if nothing had changed, walking in with paint still drying on his hands.

“Whatever. Now you saw everything and even touched one of them. You are right. You are my husband, so it’s not really a big deal.” “That’s right. Don’t worry about it that much, okay? There’s nothing to be worried about.” Charlotte stood up and started walking upstairs without saying anything. If someone will see her, that person would think she got traumatized or something. I just caught myself smiling while remembering the reaction on her face. Why is my wife so adorable and fucking hot at the same time?

But halfway through carrying her off, he suddenly turned back and tossed a sentence at me. "If you’re that ungrateful, then get lost. I’ve found a better replacement—no need to keep a filthy, disobedient, defective product like you around!" Alana had just come of age, her mind still immature, and since she had never seen Helen in person, her excitement led her to truly believe this woman was her mother. But Alex was different. What he valued was that this woman looked even more like Helen—and had a younger, fresher body. In a way, it was almost… “devotion,” wasn’t it?

“You left, Nina. You disappeared without a word, and I thought you were dead. What exactly was I supposed to hold on to?” Her smirk faltered for a moment, replaced by something that resembled guilt, but it was gone just as quickly. “I had my reasons.” “Whatever,” I said nonchalantly. For once, she looked taken aback, her lips parting as though searching for a response. But then her expression hardened. “So that’s it? You’ve replaced me with her?” My jaw clenched. “Her name is Benita, and she’s my wife.” Nina scoffed. “Your wife? The same one you’ve made miserable, or so I’ve heard?”

She is not also the one assign to the boutique but Joan. "Sorry Boss we cannot tract the woman seems she was just erased from the face of the earth!" " For heaven's sake! How am I to present my wife to my partners if that woman is missing!" The huge man who wheeled him said. " It 's okay boss it is arrange I already said that your wife got sick and has an alergies that she cannot be expose to the public." the man said. "Good how about my grandfather did you send him a copy of the videos and pictures."