My Substitute Ugly Wife Novels & Stories

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?”

my mother said, her voice precise and unforgiving, “that you were never my daughter-in-law.” “Mum, that's enough!” Camilla’s face was pale, her eyes glassy, but she didn’t speak. I felt like the ground would open and swallow me. What sort of husband was I? Watching my own wife being insulted by my mother? “Mum, you don’t get to come into my house and speak to my wife like that.” My mother finally turned, her gaze settling on me. “Your wife?” she echoed, unimpressed. “Yes. My wife.”

~Elena~ I clasped my thigh, dragging the duvet closer to my naked body. I never expected that agreeing to be a substitute bride would drag my life into another nightmare. My new husband was disfigured as well as disabled, but it didn't affect his aura and power. I had no idea what I did wrong to piss him off. Didn't he marry Julia for love? Or had he recognized that I was just a fake? I followed the butler down the hall, the cold floor masking my feet. We arrived at a different section of the house on the ground floor. We passed a corridor connected with doors and stopped in front of one. He pushed open the door and ushered me in first before following.

The man remained silent, listening intently. "I asked for some money for plastic surgery to make my face worthy of his wife, but he refused to give me the money for nothing," Ariana laughed ruefully, but her voice sounded bitter. "As if my appearance doesn't matter, because I'm not allowed to introduce myself as his wife." The man clenched his fists under the table. "I finally realized," Ariana continued, her voice trembling slightly. "No matter how hard I try to be patient, he'll never see my sacrifice."

Mrs Rojas paced the length of the living room, her anger bubbling beneath a composed exterior. The news of Katherine Alfred taking her position on the board was a devastating blow, and the fact that she's loosing to the girl she said was weak made things worst for her, she not only lost her husband but she also lost her son and she was left with no one to support her. She decided to confront her husband, about it with the thought that he would support her. She stormed into Carlos's study, her eyes blazing with fury. He was seated at his desk, reading through a stack of papers.

My whole life I was looked down on in my parents' home and now my very own husband is going to remind me of my ugliness every single day. I know he will never fall for an ugly girl like me but my heart had already started beating faster in his presence. "They said I was ugly but the mirror never lied, My reflection smiled when I smiled, it cried when I cried. But one day he stood behind me changing the very definition of beauty. Those eyes stared at me and those words left a deep hole beneath. She believed his words like her own And then she knew She was ugly no wonder everyone knew She was Elle Hamilton, a disgrace everyone wanted to get rid of very soon.

It was then I noticed that idiot making a pass at my so called wife and that damn stupid woman seemed to be enjoying it from where I stood and could see them. There was no way she was going to ruin this for me. Not after I've reached this far and so close to getting what I want. I kindly excused myself before walking to Joel and my wife who went by the name of Sierra. Her tastes were even more pathetic when it came to choosing men. Seriously? My useless brother of all people who couldn't keep his thing erect. I really had a dumb wife. No wonder dad chose her to be my wife.

“No, I don't. I'm just amazed at how you can make the best of a situation. It's not just your child you're making an excuse for. You should think of yourself too. Isn't that better?” “I'm not that kind of person,” Victoria said firmly. Lucy leaned closer, her eyes staring intently at Victoria. “Oh, come on. You even married a man who can't walk. I wonder if he can satisfy you, Victoria?” Victoria was disgusted. She gave Lucy a cold stare. “You guys are the ones who got me into this marriage, right? So, why are you asking such useless questions?” Lucy laughed in a sarcastic tone that made Victoria refrain from reacting any more than she had to. “You really are a stiff woman, my dear sister. I

I said weakly. He paused and finally looked at me, really looked at me as I lay on the floor, shaking, crying, my wrist swollen and red. “You were going to hurt an innocent pregnant woman,” he shouted, disbelief etched across his face. “Innocent?” I laughed bitterly. “Innocent?” My voice shook with venom. “There is nothing innocent about that fucking whore. Our wedding is in two weeks and she’s been sleeping with you behind my back.” “She didn’t lure me into her bed,” he said quietly, refusing to meet my eyes again.

“Snow, are you really this naive? Yulan isn’t your ‘brother.’ He’s an adult man who’s interested in you. You really can’t tell? “Tell me, in the eight years that we’ve been together, have you ever done something as simple as washing my clothes? What you call a small favor looks very different from my perspective. My wife, in another man’s home, wearing only a camisole, does something so intimate for him that she’s never done for me. How’s that not crossing a line?” Snow bit her lip and whispered, “No… that’s not it.” I moved her hand away from the doorframe, but she grabbed it again with her other hand. “I don’t agree to a divorce,” Snow said slowly and firmly. Each of her words was delibera