My Substitute Ugly Wife Novels & Stories

"I'm offering you a secretarial position as well as ten million dollars in exchange for being my wife." What in the world is going on here? "Are you crazy?" I stated. "No, but I'm sure you're the wonderful woman I'm looking for to fill in for my wife. To fill her empty space, and save my reputation." He smirked, "Ten million dollars just pretending to be my wife, after that we can file a divorced when I found out where my wife hiding." He's asking me to replaced his wife's position. I am tempted, but he's insane...

I could not hold myself up. Fake. Forged. A lie. The words bounced around my head like bullets. If the files were fake... Then Rita never lied to me. She never cheated on me. The baby was never another mans. "Adrian " I choked out. My throat felt like broken glass. I could barely speak. "Are you absolutely sure? Are you telling me... Are you telling me that my wife was telling the truth?" "Yes I am telling you that someone did a lot to destroy your marriage sir. Someone paid a lot to make you think she betrayed you."

"What?! Are you insane? Why would that woman live with us in one house? Do you want to humiliate me?" He responded with total indifference, his words stinging like a whip: "Don’t overreact. Remember well that I am just a substitute husband in a temporary contract on paper, not a real marriage built on love. Irish has lived in my house for years; this is a natural situation and it won't change now for your sake."

"Baby... you're incredible." That voice... belonged to her husband. Tristan Kensington. The man she'd been married to for three years. Alena pushed the door open slowly. The scene before her squeezed her heart like a vice. On the king-size bed she'd bought with money earned from her grueling hours at the multinational PR firm, her husband was tangled with another woman. Not just any woman. She was— "SIENNA?!" Alena's voice pierced the air. The cake box slipped from her hands and hit the floor with a crash, making both figures on the bed jolt.

Ava’s POV Every part of me froze as his sharp words felt like numerous knives, piercing into my heart. A torrent of tears streamed down my face, silent and unrelenting. I stared blankly at the man I had loved and married for three years, not knowing I had been nothing but a substitute for the woman he loved. He glanced at me, his jaw tight, eyes unreadable. “We should end this marriage, Ava. Olivia is back, and I’m finally getting married to her.”

The Ugly Wife "Happy birthday, my husband," said Olivia, who had just arrived carrying a birthday cake in her hands. Naturally, she wanted to give her husband a surprise at his birthday party, which was being celebrated in great luxury. "Who are you? I don’t know you! Why are you claiming to be my wife?" David looked at her with a gaze that seemed to scorn her. "You and I are already married. Why are you like this? Have you forgotten I’m your wife?" Olivia did not expect David to deny her as his wife. Her heart ached, but she tried to endure it.

You said she was just a substitute. Didn’t you? Didn’t you? My mind kept replaying Leonard’s voice, the way he looked at me in the car, like he didn’t know whether to believe me or not. Like he was still thinking about her. That bitch. That trembling, wide-eyed, perfectly tragic wife. I looked down at the sink again, then slowly lifted my hand and ran it over my jawline. I couldn’t even tell if my mascara was still dripping. I couldn’t tell if I looked destroyed or dangerous.

"If she is dead, then I won't ever marry another woman again for the rest of my life! What am I telling you? How can I curse my wife to die? You're the person who should be dead!" Marcus was truly exasperated. "Not only does a woman like you deserve to be dead, but you're even ugly beyond measure! You speak of my wife becoming ugly, but no matter how ugly my wife gets, she won't be as ugly as you. You're so extremely ugly! Don't you ever look into a mirror? Ugly woman! It's really true that ugly people would create more trouble! Fuck off!"

“I won’t wear this ugly mask anymore. I want everyone to know I am worthy to have a beautiful she-wolf like you as my wife, Bruna.” “Alpha Kenneth, I’m grateful you substituted your daughter in our marriage. Bruna, my love, is the epitome of beauty, while Regina... oh, she is a wretched sight, so ugly!” “Argh! How dare he call me ugly? That Bruna Bitch is more beautiful than me. Argh!” I snarled in frustration. I slammed my fists onto the floor and stood up, glancing at the mirror, catching a glimpse of my reflection. My eyes had become swollen from the ceaseless tears cascading down my cheeks.

[cries] “In some way you did when you became careless, your burner phone you forgot in the living room yesterday remember? Yah, Angela found it went through the phone and sent everything she found to dad, that’s how we knew you were working with George. Interesting right? [calmly murmuring] “What? That lying ugly fat bitch! All along she pretended to be my friend just to spy on me. You deserve each other. Ugh….[continues crying] “No,no,no,no my Wife ain’t a bitch neither is she ugly but you are right about one thing, we are definitely a match in heaven. A woman who knows how to protect her husband from whores like you.”