My Substitute Ugly Wife Novels & Stories

What happened? "Let go! You're so ugly!" His blood boiled at her words, and he became enraged. First, she deny being his woman, then deny being his fiancée, and now telling him he's ugly was just enough to piss him off. "Say it again!" “As I recall, you already have a wife! And that woman is Samantha. Now get off of me!” “You’re my wife!”

I gave it a thought, stroking my chin to let it sink in so it'll make sense to me. “Wow, I never thought that." Sarcasm reeking from my tone. “It's just… it's too bad I don't love him anymore and it's too bad I was friends with someone too stupid enough to not realize I'm not doing this for revenge. It's purely business" I waved my hand. “But. Speaking of who he would have chosen… let's not forget. You're having the privilege of being his substitute wife because of ‘his’ so called child.” Sophia's jaw tightened.

I just said and went back to where I was lying on the pillow. What if when we are married and have a child, I will be ugly in his eyes and he will find another woman who is sexier and more beautiful than me? What if he replaced me with someone younger? A wife said in the series I watched, men love 'fresh fish'. That is said to be the reason why their husbands cheat because they are getting tired. They seem to get bored quickly.

I swallowed hard. "Of course. Even without you asking, I would ha..." "In the eyes of the law and all our business partners, she is still your wife!" she shouted. "The world must see that Frederick Liam Smith is a broken man due to the loss of the wife he loved. You will stand there, and you will apologize to the world for the shameful way you behaved during your marriage, and you will make a generous donation in the name of Matilda Brown. Do not destroy what I spent decades building because of your stupidity!"

I said before taking the beer from his hand. "Man, did you see the so-called wife of yours? I bet she is beautiful," Jimmy asked. Just as he asked that, I was pissed off again before I replied, "Beautiful my foot, she is more like a rag girl," and I took a sip of my beer. Then Marissa, the college diva, and my ex came, and she asked, "Who is the rag?" "Richard so called to be wife," Jimmy replied. "So your so-called wife is here?" she asked again.

“I became their subject of cruelty.” “Did something happen?” she asked, urgency slipping into her voice. “Mmm.” I closed my eyes briefly, exhaling through my nose. “I wish you were here. I could’ve talked.” “Here I am. Talk as much as you want.” I laughed again, softer this time, almost disbelieving. “But how funny. It’s weird to think my wife has been no one but an imposter. Yvonne Rogers. You’re a damn good actress.”

With each phrase he spoke, my chest clenched a little more. "When you saw me on Television, did the only thing you really see in me was Liliana, your wife and not Zaniyah Moore who was your childhood friend?" If I had believed that nothing could be more painful than what he had spoken before, I would not have imagined that his refusal to give me my expected answer would have driven a knife further into my chest. "It's always been Liliana, Zaniyah. I only take you here because I want you to be her substitute. I want you to be my substitute wife."

"Ava moved in with us a few weeks ago and it has been hell. She is Sebastian's ex and happens to be pregnant. Apparently she doesn't have anyone right now so she is staying with us. Every time Ava and I get into a fight she always starts, it’s like I’m invisible to Sebastian. He always takes her side no matter what and doesn't care about how I feel. Always talking about treating her specially because she is pregnant. She’s perfect to him, has got this whole put together thing going on. Meanwhile, I’m just the wife he barely tolerates." A replacement. Someone to fill in for her. The tears I'd been trying to hold rolled down my cheeks, making more fall. I didn't want to cry in front of Alex or

“As his wife—I’ll give everything like I promised. For better or worse, we’ll be together, but—he left me. He humiliated and cursed me. He took everything from me, even my child, after ruining my face and career.” “Like—I’m no longer Sonia Salazar, his wife, whom he loved after I ruined my face.” The words he said the last time I went to his mansion played in my mind like a broken record. He deceived me because Themarie provided everything I lacked. He felt inferior in our relationship because of the gap we had in terms of career. I clenched my fist. I was too wrapped up in his lies and fake support. I could do anything as long as he was there.

Can I ever make these people happy? Mr. Suzuki: Mr. Monroe, we loved the second pitch that Mrs. Monroe submitted to our team last Wednesday. We have been looking for a company to provide us with such goods, but none of the companies could. I have no idea how Mrs. Monroe came to know about that project; we were just planning on dropping it due to a lack of suppliers, but your wife found us; isn’t that amazing? Wife? If there is one thing that can be said about that woman, it is that she is a whore. She abandoned both me and my children for another man. Now I have to play husband in front of this old man.