Novel & Cerita My Substitute Ugly Wife

The worst part was she said I had a long-lost love, and she was just a substitute. I had never heard anything so absurd! She misunderstood my relationship with Joanne. She did not trust me! I was deeply hurt. I grabbed her arm, tempted to carve open her skull and see what was inside. In the end, I blamed the netizens. Finally, my wife gave birth to an adorable daughter. I thought she was the prettiest little thing, so I told my wife, “She looks just like you, Nessie. She’s beautiful.” However, my wife got mad as soon as she saw the baby. “No, she looks like you. She’s so ugly!”

Was his wife here to catch them red-handed? Before she could explain, Will’s wife said snappily, “Does life in the Tremont household and Mark Tremont not live up to your expectations? You’re married. Why are you still involved with someone else’s husband? I’ve always wondered what’s so special about the girl who got away. Now I know that you’re nothing but a dishonorable sl*t!”

"Uh, talking with you is useless. Well, the man I adore is married to an ugly woman. Uh, I can't even imagine his wife's face in my head because she's too ugly for him! My mood soured just thinking about them being together!" She still couldn't forget the handsome blond with the jade-blue eyes, who went shopping at her store before. His perfect body and handsome face had tormented her mind with ecstasy and she had sleepless nights each night only thinking about him. She stalked him to the hotel but his wife humiliated her in public with a slap on the face. It was an embarrassing day for her but she won't ever forget that day!

Did he know I'm the one behind that heavy make-up? I left his grip gently walking slowly to the bathroom to prepare his bath without any word and I could hear him chuckle. ~Ethan~ This submissive, little wife of mine is really something, although I don't really know maybe she is the one behind that heavy make up but my instinct is telling me that she somehow look like the gangsters we met at the suburbs last night. I don't want to believe as it and I'll never believe it that Mara, the wife I dot on could go and do such dirty things.

he again cut me in middle. "yes... misunderstanding. I had before... that my wife is an angel. But I was so wrong. People change as they grow up I guess. And I was right always... women are just whores... they just can't help it, they have to spread their legs for any man who wants them. See... just look at her in this photo... It is clear it is her who is kissing him... MY FUCKING STEP BROTHER" and with that he threw a vase on the wall.

I step back against a nearby couch to steady myself, legs turning to jelly with this turn for the worst and I try to inhale slowly to keep my cool. ‘My wife! Yes, Mama, I married her … in Vegas. It’s a done deal, so say hi to your new daughter-in-law.’ Alexi has given up trying to keep his shit together, and the appearance of that cold and terrifying persona that sends shivers through me snarls the words her way. She doesn’t even blink an eye, instead, she also takes on that weird evil glare, the insanely intimidating stance of someone rallying themselves for a fight. “I’m disgusted that you would cheapen our family name by marrying a common slut on a whim, most likely high on drugs and booz

The wet, obscene sound of her pussy taking his thick cock filled the room. “She was so plain,” Kier continued, voice breaking as pleasure tore through him. “So ordinary.m, she never dressed up nor wore makeup or did her hair for me. Just sat around in those ugly sweaters looking miserable.” “Poor baby,” Sable cooed, slamming herself down harder, her tits bouncing with every brutal bounce. “Stuck with such a useless wife.” She rode him faster, grinding her clit against the base of his cock on every downstroke, her juices dripping down his balls.

I said calmly, “You are Stacy. My wife died long ago. You even handled the cremation yourself.” She stared at me in disbelief. “How can you not recognize me? I am Wendy. Stacy is the one who died!” Hearing that made my heart sink even deeper. So, she knew everything, yet she chose to pretend and watched me become a widower. I said coldly, “How could I fail to recognize my own wife? You’re not her. No matter how alike you look, you are not the same person. She is gone. Why are you using her name to commit atrocities?”

I couldn't stop snorting on the inside. 'Lucy knows exactly what kind of person you are. Why would she ever let her daughter marry you?' Caleb was nothing but a pawn, but here he was, complaining about another pawn in this metaphorical game of chess. While the Lamberts were thrown into confusion by Lucy's words, a rumor began to spread on the internet. As netizens grew curious and started sharing the rumor even more actively, it soon became viral. "I heard that the wife of Carpenter Group's boss was physically abused and put in the hospital!"