My Wife Is Ugly Novels & Stories

" I heard a lady and her husband as Beauty stood up to answer their request. "I'll see you guys later, ''she said and left to take a picture. In a short while people gathered them and I watched as everyone was willing to take a picture with this weird age couple. I looked at the banner and checked closely. It was an inspirational talk with R&B. Sweetest and youngest couple Seriously? Was this popular? 12 years difference And it worked out. I've heard of early marriages. I never thought I would experience one. Barry and I, 10 years difference, and it's not working out. Is he at fault, is he not doing what Roland is doing? Am i at fault, Am i not doing what Beauty is doing. This got me thinkin

She asked him and his brows creased as he turned to look at her. "I did? Will you remind me what I forgot?" He asked her. "You promised me a wedding gift remember?" Alice reminnded him and Gagé sighed. "It's just that, you may not like what you'll see on my face.... It's ugly." Gagé replied her. "I still want to see it, i'm your wife now and I should not find you ugly even if others will, besides your the most handsome and god man I've met my entire life, you can't be ugly, there is not way you'll be ugly.

"I'm your wife so don't play with me anymore." Haha! "But it's serious Hon?. Is that cousin of yours still asleep! If I were a man, I would really drag that one to the altar just for me!" I took a deep breath and adjusted my seat before staring at Cole. "You know, wife. Kylie is beautiful, but you won't like her behavior when you get to know her completely." "What do you mean, he has a bad attitude?" the wife asked curiously "She's a living witch, wife. So no matter how beautiful she is, her behavior is a major turn off to men."

I never break my rules. Not for money. Not for loyalty. And certainly not for anyone else’s wife. Yet here I was, standing in a room where power whispered from every corner. The polished mahogany tables gleamed under soft chandeliers, men in tailored suits whispered deals, and yet all I could see was her. Selene Hawthorne moved through the crowd like a storm contained within elegance — untouchable, graceful, and utterly oblivious to the chaos she’d already sown inside me.

Do you want to go see her? I stared at the message for a long time before replying: [Send a flower arrangement under the company's name. And cover her medical bills from my personal account. Consider it...the last bit of dignity I can offer Cole's mother.] Raymond replied with a simple, [Understood.] I slipped my phone back into my pocket and looked at myself in the mirror. Ten years of marriage and one betrayal had nearly destroyed me. But they had also taught me something: one's worth should never depend on someone else. It didn't come from being someone's husband, someone's father, or someone's second half.

"Of course not!" I sat down. It was almost funny, attending my own wife's wedding and whatnot. I started looking around. Before long, the older woman beside me struck up a conversation. "Those two look perfect together, don't they? It wasn't easy for them to get married." I gritted my teeth, but the bitterness still came. "What made it hard?"

If it had been in the past, she would have been heartbroken and even angry with Kiran, but this time, she just nodded and gave a bitter smile, "I know." "I only love my wife," Kiran said firmly. "Your wife is so beautiful, it would be abnormal not to love her," Ruby sighed. "In the past, I thought I was beautiful and even arrogant. I thought it was silly of you not to like me. But now I know, compared to your wife, I really am too ugly." She glanced at her legs, "Now, it's better I become completely ugly. Maybe one day I'll scar my face too, then I'll become a completely ugly woman."

I took the plate of ribs and placed it in front of me. She kicked me under the table, “I heard that the one who likes salty food will always be ugly. Do you mean that you are ugly? And I like salty too. So you are saying that I am ugly. Am I ugly? Am I ugly?” I shook my head. “No, my wife is most beautiful. There is no one more beautiful than my wife in the world. I want you to see you every day and want to hug you to sleep.” She pouted. “That’s more like it here. It’s a bowl of pure chicken soup that has been steamed out of chicken. Drink it.”

She pulled herself back and wiped her tears before saying her makeup is waterproof and won't come out even if she gets into the swimming pool now and they both laughed together. Her eyes darted to the decorations she made again prepared for them the same he did last night and slightly hit her forehead. He looked at her with amusement for a sec and then darted his eyes to the direction she was looking at. "Ah... I just forgot to see the beautiful arrangement which is for sure nothing near my dear wifey. As you may not know, my wife is the prettiest and most beautiful lady in this world. And guess what I got lucky to have her all myself", he said pulling her to himself in one jerk and she gasp

He suggested and I am honestly curious as to what he thinks requires my effort. "And what could that be? "Your face, your looks. I told you yesterday that I am fucking allergic to ugliness, so fix it." He said and walked away before I could say anything. I can't believe that he is still insisting that I am ugly, am I ugly? This was a mishap, taking the offer to be his wife for a year is nothing short of a horrible mistake. How in God's name will I cope with him for a year with his attitude?