Novel & Cerita My Wife Is Ugly

Noah growled, and when he positioned himself between the two of us, he also shoved his father’s chest, sending him flying “You better watch how you talk to my wife!” “You call this disgusting creature your wife?! Her face looks like it’s been through a meat grinder and she can barely maintain eye contact! You shouldn’t have accepted such a shameful marriage! You should have come to me and asked me to find you a real bride! One who would increase your influence and your chances of becoming the next Alpha…!” "And to have a marriage like yours?" Noah scoffed "What a tempting offer." “Don’t try to be funny with me, kid! Not when I’m the only one who seems to keep fighting for you to keep your ri

I pulled my phone out to order food delivery. “Regardless, I’m not serving you.” Charles gritted his teeth in fury. He pointed a finger at my nose and snapped, “Fine! Just wait until we get home. I’ll let Mom and Dad know! What is the use of marrying a wife like you?!” He stomped off to wait in line for food after saying that. Once Charles was gone, Michelle immediately dropped her act. “Yvonne, is this really necessary?” she asked in a snide tone.

“How is that possible?” Seeing Elena’s shocked look, Adam relaxed. “I knew there was no way that ratty-dressed man could be your husband. He’s not worth a single hair on your head! You and Mr. Sinclair are the best match, after all!” At that moment, Elena finally realized what she had forgotten. She hurriedly brought out her phone and checked it, and found that I had not texted after asking for money. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong.

Yet, when I poured all my love on Snow, she was busy giving her attention to another man. “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?”

He spends the entire night out and doesn't even bother to check in while his wife is at home about to give birth. Who could be more heartless than that? People could tell right away that this commenter was an insider. Curious strangers responded to the message as it shot to the top, but "HeD serveslt" remained silent. Another well-liked comment was then elevated to the top. The wife isn't innocent either, according to this one. She made the most of her pregnancy. She is ugly and overweight. How could a man want someone like that? Drama erupted again as a result. He deserved it; obviously, he hadn't intended to continue arguing, but they immediately retaliated after realizing that.

“Then why did you come here instead of going home? Oh, don’t answer that. It must be because you can’t stand your ugly wife. It's better to have some fun here first, huh?” Delmor chuckled and continued, “I understand you. If | were forced to marry someone as ugly as your wife, | don’t know how | would handle it. It’s true that ugly ducklings like her deserve some sympathy, but | just can’t bear to look at them.” Luna raised her eyebrows. As ugly as his wife, huh? She pushed the door open and walked in. Delmor who was backing the door, didn’t realize she had walked in and continued, “Dude, how don’t you have nightmares at night with her by your side? Or do you?”

I sighed; I knew I would be hearing so many things from everyone about this, but. "Vic, this was the last time you were insulting my wife for her beauty. Don't you dare go back on that track again, alright? She is my wife and the prettiest woman for me. I don't need validation from you or anyone else for my wife," I calmly said while trying to suppress the anger that she just triggered. I hate when people comment on her looks. I get they don't like her for whatever shitty thoughts they have about her in their heads, but that doesn't give them the right to disrespect her whenever or wherever they want.

Suddenly, the whole world had decided that Xyla Quest’s husband was an ugly man. “What a pity. It’s like a fresh flower on cow dung.” “I always assumed that someone like Xyla Quest would definitely marry an elite, wealthy, and handsome man.” “Tsk tsk tsk, I heard that her husband is so ugly that he’s not presentable. He even has an insignificant status! Tsk tsk tsk… Is Xyla’s brain alright? Why does she have to defile herself this way?”

He says he is soft-spoken for the size of him. “Back up. You and our woman have been in a sex club for three fucking days? Is that right?” I feel my rage building. If she is to go to a sex club, it should be with me and Dylan. Not a bunch of Russian bears. “Are you hard of hearing? That is what I said. Besides, I don’t find her attractive and I’m sure my husband would castrate me if I touched her or anyone else in that kind of manner.” He says chuckling it should calm me, but it doesn’t. Now he is saying she is ugly. I’m angry again.

"I really can't say no Nathan... You helped me and without you, I would have never been here. I'll help you." Nathan swore he heard his wife shrieked. He ignored it since it eas only the concern of a loving wife. She saw the rational, even if she wouldn't say it. "Thanks for taking care of my mother. How's she coping?" "Frankly, she's been withdrawn. She hits well but you know... She hardly talks and she spends a lot of her time upstairs." Rodriguez's wife stated. Nathan momentarily doubted who made his drink. "But she made this right?" He asked, raising his drink high for her to see what he was talking about.