My Wife Is Ugly Novels & Stories

She looked back at Cade, but I kept my eyes on her. I could smell the alcohol from her breath as I read her lips. "You can't be serious. She is your wife?" I nodded, affirming what she said. I knew I was not his wife, but humans didn't understand what mates were. "She is ugly; I mean, look at her face. She has tattoos on it. And you are, well, way too good-looking to be with her." My body ignited in rage. I was not ugly. The goddess doesn't have ugly children. Cade must have said something because her face twitched, but I kept my eyes on her.

“I don’t want to gain too much weight. I think this is fine. I’m scared you might dislike me if I turn ugly.” “My body will change after giving birth too. I might even look bloated for some time. I hope you won’t be disgusted with me then. How can I ever dislike you because of your appearance? That’s unless you’re severely overweight.” Zachary smiled. “You’ll always be the prettiest in my eyes. Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder. You’re my wife and lover. You’re my only woman. How can anyone else be prettier than you?

she was bold and beautiful and he was just a rotten piece of meat, bulging eyes, and round belly. His side hair on constant fight with her half-bald head to get them completely ripped off. Who would like to be with someone like this guy? No girl can want this kind of ugly husband. But I envy my boss, he is ugly but has a beautiful wife. He owns a gorgeous house in the suburbs, complete with a swimming pool and a large garden, and the world’s best collection of cars. Yes, I am jealous of his possessions. All the way these vigorous thoughts were entering my mind while traveling with the boss in his car on the way to his office.

I felt I would go insane with the silence. I lay down and stared at the ceiling. Questioning my worth and what I did wrong to deserve to be cheated. I felt worthless, useless, and ugly. All the hurtful words—I just called myself. I'm not ugly, to be honest, but my husband still cheated on me. Thinking about him again and the scene I saw—my tears started falling like heavy rain. Being ugly or not sexy is not a valid reason for someone's partner to cheat and I don't remember any serious problems we had for him to do that.

Arosh shrugged and said, "Impossible. His wife is ugly and the taste buds. Don't you always just say I'm ugly? I mean I love her so much." "I ..." Irene has always been proud that she is more beautiful than Arosh. This time, he was speechless. Was it because of this that he went to the George Group gate in the past, so it didn’t matter to him? "You're right, do you think I'm right?" Irene's face was confused. Did he dress the wrong way? "Arosh, you meant to build me up." Irene's face showed vigilance. "Haha, what have you got to do with it? I'm just a Mastress. But you're much more beautiful than me. Isn't that the most important reason? I'm ugly." think about it

Argue with him? I made a promise — to Rosa and to my father — that I would endure this marriage. My only hope is that someday, all this might change. Yes, I still hope Fredric will eventually change how he sees me. I may not be beautiful, but my heart and feelings are always ready to love him unconditionally. ** “How long are you going to take?! Dressing nicely won’t make me like you anyway. You still look plain and ugly in that sweater — so unfitting.”

The Ugly Wife "Happy birthday, my husband," said Olivia, who had just arrived carrying a birthday cake in her hands. Naturally, she wanted to give her husband a surprise at his birthday party, which was being celebrated in great luxury. "Who are you? I don’t know you! Why are you claiming to be my wife?" David looked at her with a gaze that seemed to scorn her. "You and I are already married. Why are you like this? Have you forgotten I’m your wife?" Olivia did not expect David to deny her as his wife. Her heart ached, but she tried to endure it.

“Smile. You’re drunk in love, remember?” He glanced down at her, eyes hazy but full of something unreadable. “You’re too good at pretending, wife.” “And you’re terrible at knowing when you’re in danger,” she shot back under her breath.

God… my body trembles as I remember the sex escapades last night and the way the Nightmoor prince look at me like they can't get enough of me. I laugh—sharp and mocking like a crazy woman. And yeah… I'm crazy. My stupid husband of six years is the reason why I'm about losing my sanity. “Is that what you think?“ My voice is mocking. “That I'm ugly. That no man will want him. Keep deceiving yourself, Varek.“ Varek roll his eyes like he's bored and fuck… something inside me sparked. The desperate urge to prove to him that he must be blind.

In my third year of being a stay-at-home dad, I come across a post online. "I want to divorce my husband, who stays home and takes care of our child full-time. I want custody, but our kid is completely attached to him. What should I do?" One commenter gives advice. "If your husband has been the primary caregiver the whole time, the court will probably award him custody to keep the child's living situation stable. "But since he's a stay-at-home parent, cut off his allowance and put pressure on him. If he won't compromise, take an overseas assignment for a couple of years. Don't contact him. Don't send him money. "Those early childhood caretaking years are the hardest anyway. You'll be av