My Substitute Ugly Wife Novels & Stories

CEO WILLIAMS ANDERSON GOT DIVORCED BY HIS WIFE, AVA SMITH, WHO HAD REFUSED TO PRODUCE HIM WITH A HEIR AFTER THREE YEARS OF MARRIAGE BECAUSE ALL SHE HAD ALWAYS WANTED WAS HIS MONEY. My world tilted as my grip around the phone tightened and I clenched my teeth so hard I thought my jaw would crack. A whirlwind of emotions— anger, betrayal, sadness— swirled in my chest and my eyes burned with tears at the posts. I scrolled stupidly down to the comments section. SHE'S A GOLD DIGGER WHO DIDN'T DESERVE WILLIAMS. I'M GLAD OLIVIA IS BACK. WILLIAMS CAN NOW GET BACK WITH HER AND MAKE BABIES.

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’m such a bad wife. . A. Gupta

“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.”

I had almost forgotten where I was but that wasn't going to stop me because I am no one's little bitch. "FUCK YOU...DOUBLE FUCK YOU. GIVING HOW MUCH UGLY YOU ARE, I AM SURE YOUR WIFE HAS DIVORCED YOU AND LEFT FOR A BETTER MAN. ONE WHO WOULDN'T ABUSE HER DAY AND NIGHT. IF I AM PATHETIC, THEN YOU ARE WORSE. I'M SURE YOU CAN'T EVEN SATISFY HER LOOKING AT YOUR SMALL LIMP DICK TUCKED AWAY IN YOUR BOXERS BECAUSE OF SHAME"

He said and I blinked. “Sexmate?” I asked and he Nodded. “Yeah, you know, someone who is always there to have sex with you!” He said and I made a disgusted face immediately. Who would want to have sex with that arsehole anyway. The lady walked up to me, her heels clicking against the floor. She pushed him away and looked me dead in the eye with a sly smirk. “Hello, Ugly wife to be!” She said and I let out a short laugh.

Raising his hands, Pastor Chauffee gestured for us all to stand as he closed out the service in prayer. Humiliated, I turned to run out of this place and collided with Paige. Donovan is far from attractive, but he's a decent-looking man. He could snag a pretty woman if he wanted to, but his wife is hideous. The saying "you're not ugly, just broke" does not ring true for her. She's extra nice whenever she sees me, but she must hate how much her husband caters to me.

His built reminded me again of the Lorry driver and an image of the disgusted look he donned, quickly flashed through my mind and another gush of tears flowed from my eyes. My voice starts to crack, "Xavier is right. I should never show my face to anyone. Now everyone sees me as an ugly person. I'm ugly. Ugly. No one's gonna like me or respect me because of how I look. I don't deserve to be Xavier's wife, I'm so unattractive. I'm a horrible wife."