My Substitute Ugly Wife Novels & Stories

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."

This stupid, idiot. "Why didn't you go to the hospital?" "Why should I go when I have a personal doctor at home?" Is this guy for real!!! "Lara, bring the first aid kit please." I yelled out to Lara and started opening his shirt. "What are you doing, sunshine?" He said in a drowsy state. "Helping my stupid, idiotic husband with his stupid wound." I gave him a sarcastic reply and smile and started opening his shirt again. When the shirt opened, I got the biggest shock of my life,

Power was never performance and the most dangerous thing a person could do, was quietly stop underestimating themselves. Far across the city, Adrian read her reply and instead of pain, he smiled. Small. Real because for the first time since losing her, he understood the truth without trying to change it. He had spent years believing he replaced his wife but in the end, the real tragedy was much simpler. He replaced the one person who had been holding his entire world together, before realizing she was the reason it stood at all… Or was that the end? Marcus's phone rang and he glanced at the caller ID. Unknown Number. He answered anyway.

"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

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."

“Go ahead then. Just say it. What is it? You want a divorce?” “No, no, no, no, no, no, no,” he said quickly, almost panicked. “Why would you go there? That’s the last thing on my mind. I want you back, Monique. I love you. You’re my wife.” I stared at him. “It didn’t look that way.” He frowned. “What do you mean?” “It didn’t look that way when I walked into what I thought was our house and found you with another woman. When I saw her pictures where mine used to be. When I saw my curtains gone, my colours erased. You didn’t just cheat, Ryan. You replaced me.”

I started to look at the wife, who was way more interesting than the game; she wasn't getting much reading done, shaking her head at her husband's discomfort and smiling at me, a smile I could easily read. She appreciated the predicament I'd put hubby in and was enjoying watching him squirm. Which he did, literally. And soaked his shirt with sweat. And drank more beers, and cursed his team, the idiot coaches, the fat-assed linemen, even the sportscasters and the cheerleaders, who had suddenly turned ugly. WU mounted a long, slow drive that netted nothing but used up eight minutes on the clock. During the drive the wife went into the bathroom. When she came out later she had changed from the

" hey, idiot, why are you laughing? " " My wife is so cute," he said as he pinched my cheek. " Answer me," I yelled at him. " that 9 are true or not. " " uh? " " oh, my jealous wife. They were not my wife," he said. " then? " " They were contract and acting wife. " " acting? " I asked. " Why is my wife uneducated? " he said. " you.... " " because of my sister's wish. I married them by contract. " He explained.

The jackass even went as far as planning a date for them. A rooftop date! Just how much more insults would he throw in my face? How was that slut better than me? She did not, could not and would never hold a candle to neither my beauty nor my grace. And then there was the case of her stupid husband who couldn't see what the hell was going on. His wife was being shagged right under his very nose but the idiot didn't realize and he pissed me off way more than Adam himself did. If Harrison kept his wife on a leash, she wouldn't be clawing her hands after my man like the greedy slut she was.