My Wife Is Ugly Novels & Stories

I overhear Jess talking to Max, “Let's get in the hot tub, but don’t invite your wife. I would hate to see her in a swimsuit.” I hear Max agree with her. “Yeah, it is hard to look at her when I am used to models.” Tears burn my eyes. I know that I don’t dress fashionably, but I never thought I was ugly. I have always wanted to be loved for what’s in my head, not on my body. Over the past couple of weeks, Max has made countless comments about the way I look. I’ve learned not to let them bother me, but at this moment, it is getting to me.

"Don't put on that long face. Such a good-looking face will turn ugly if you keep doing that face." Kevin Kyle responded with a straight face, "No matter how ugly I am, I am still your husband." Karen Daly smiled mischievously and said, "I wouldn't mind if you look too ugly." "I'm okay with you being ugly, so shouldn't the condition be the same for me?" Kevin Kyle said. "Kevin, you're implying that I'm ugly!" "Ugly and stupid. It's the truth. Isn't it?" "Then you'd better find a woman who is prettier and smarter than me, and she can make you happy!" Karen Daly glared at him and said angrily.

A woman at the next table leaned toward her husband, whispering something behind her hand. “I think that’s the wife,” she murmured. “I know,” he said back, shaking his head. “Poor guy. He’s trying.” Another voice, quieter but close enough to hear. “Some people just can’t be happy.” “She’s ruining their trip.” “The kid doesn’t even like her.” It should’ve hurt. But it didn’t. Because none of them knew the truth. If they did, they’d be looking at Blair like she was the monster. Not me.

A male doctor laughed. "She has an outstanding figure. Hmm, you can't see it. This woman looks beautiful too! She has gorgeous eyes and can never be called ugly." The doctor next to him replied. "Of course, she's a beautiful woman. If she is ugly, how could Dr. Allen went out with her? In other words, I envy him. It is said that his wife was also lovely, and she was also a bully president." "I envy him. If I have such a wife, I will stay at home with her every day."

It doesn't matter, maybe if I ask more questions he will say 'I'll ask you a question, Trix' "Woah, my hair is long." I just said, combing my hair with my hand. "You're really glad that there are so many people who like you." Why does he seem irritated? "Aren't you proud of me hubby?" "Proud where?" He asked, I hugged him from behind. "You should be proud because your wife is so beautiful that you are really fighting over her." I said laughing. "You must be ugly so you don't fight." "Even though I may have been ugly, I will still be fought over because of my behavior."

His words brought me back to my past. When I was married to Adrian, only a few people knew about our marriage. I always heard our chief maid, Amanda, call me beautiful whenever I wore something good for Adrian. She used to say that I had beautiful features, but I looked fragile. That time, I did not have my wolf with me. It was the reason I looked weak. However, this made no difference to my beauty. But I recalled the days when Adrian used to call me ugly. He said I was not comparable to any other attractive woman who could capture his attention. In his eyes, I was the ugliest woman in the world.

I had missed him too much. “Am I still beautiful?” I asked. “With this ugly scar on my face and my whole body covered in scars and bruises?” “You are beautiful, my darling wife. You are the most beautiful woman to me and a few scars will not change that,” Demian said. “But I do not like the way I look in the mirror. I feel ugly, Demian. I feel like no one will want me.” “No one but me needs to want you, Sully. You are my wife. You are mine. I want you and that’s all matters.”

They exchanged puzzled looks before turning back to her. “He wants me to leave because he can’t accept me as his wife—just because I’m not beautiful…” Her voice faltered as she fought back tears. “I know I won’t be with him forever, not like I once believed. But before I go, I want him to see that I wasn’t born just to be hated for my flaws. I deserve the love a wife should receive from her husband. I want him to understand that my love for him was greater than my imperfections, even if he never realizes it until after I’m gone,” she said, her words breaking as she sobbed.

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.

Humiliation, helplessness, disorientation… all of it crashed into me at once, drowning me without mercy. Heat rushed up my chest, and I snapped. I turned my furious gaze to Quinn. "Quinn, you're my wife. Are you really going to sit there and do nothing?" Only then did she lift her hand lazily, motioning the others back to their seats. Miles stepped forward, pretending to be kind as he handed me a glass of water. "Don't take their words to heart, man. They're just joking. Here. Drink some water and cool off."