My Wife Is Ugly Novels & Stories

Erin Greer values a good joke more than boundaries. She always says that we have to keep things fun if we want our relationship to last. So she and her childhood friend, Mark Levine, have a standing arrangement. They will orchestrate a surprise every year on our wedding anniversary—with all their friends playing along—just to see if I'll fall for it. Three years ago, she told Mark in front of me that she regretted marrying me. When I turned to leave, she laughed and pulled me back, saying I was too easily teased. Two years ago, she had Mark put divorce papers beside my pillow. After I signed them with a trembling hand, she laughed and said it was just a prank. Last year, she and Mark hel

Angela Romero-Fernan is an ideal wife. A perfect Type-A wife to be exact. A loving wife to her husband Sebastian Fernan. A caring mother to their only son Thomas Romero Fernan. Angela also fulfills the duty of a CEO on their own family business. You see, she is the perfect ideal wife any man could wish for. But her husband Sebastian saw all those things from a different perspective. And indeed up cheating on her perfect wife Angela. And now shady things happened that their perfect marriage is at risk.

"Sorry for your loss. By the way, why did you refuse the job offer when you knew you needed it so badly? Luther asked. "My wife was sick, she couldn't help herself she needed me by her side. But I failed her. I wasn't always there for her. I turned into a drunk the day I molested our girl" he said as another set of tears filled his eyes. This time he allowed them to drop down his cheeks. This usually occurs each time he recalls how he shamelessly molests his stepdaughter. This is one thing he will continue to regret every moment of his life "You did what!, Tell me that was not true," Luther exclaimed in disgust.

“You can call the cops and post online saying I beat up some deadbeat who doesn’t care if his wife lives or dies. If it weren’t illegal to kill, you’d be at murder level. I’d have taken you out already so you wouldn’t embarrass the rest of us men.” Esther: “…” “Oh wow, spicy news! This guy’s so handsome!” “Marrying a man like this is the worst luck. Can’t even take care of himself, let alone a wife. Should just live with his mom. Serves him right if he gets beaten to death!” “Ugly people blame others; handsome guys know how to treat their wives. This ugly loser should just stick with his mom!” “I’m gonna post about this handsome hero saving the day for the pregnant woman!”

I was just focused on the book I was reading, pretending not to hear them. “Hey ugly,” one of them called out. “Hope you are not planning to show up tonight.” I pushed back my glasses that were falling off my nose and continued reading. One of them walked to my desk, grabbed my book and dropped it to the floor. “You don't ignore beauty like us.” She said, titling her head smugly. She continued “have you gotten a prom date? Oops, I forgot. Nobody will want an ugly duckling like you to be their date.”

Smile thin as a blade. “Lucas Harrington,” he greeted smoothly. “You look well.” Lucas didn’t return the smile. “Adrian Cole.” Amara felt the tension shift instantly. This was no rumor. This was history. Adrian’s gaze moved to her. Assessing. Calculating. “So this is the wife,” he said. “You do have a talent for unexpected decisions.” “Say what you want and leave her out of it,” Lucas said coldly. Adrian chuckled. “You always did overestimate your control.”

As they dragged Talia off, she twisted back and spat, "I put up with being your wife for seven years—that's more than you deserved. You think you're some prize? "You can't get anyone pregnant, and you've been useless in bed for years. No one wants you unless she's desperate. "So what if I went to Danny? When things go wrong, maybe look at yourself. A guy like you thinks I should've stayed loyal?" After we got married, we ran every test trying for a kid. Nothing happened. I told her to take it slow. I even got her pricey meds to help. She quit after a few days. So she thought I was the problem? That I couldn't perform?

Elle pov They say beauty is what lies inside but why does this world always make me feel the opposite. I mean I don't mind not getting attention from any guy out there, but I do mind being called ugly again and again. Ugly duckling is what he calls me and every time he uses this world something hits my insides. I mean don't husbands usually call their wives darling ,baby cupcake ,sweetheart or other sugarcoated appealing words like that? "Ma'am, are you listening?"

His built reminded me again of the Lorry driver and an image of the disgusted look he donned, quickly flashed through my mind and another gush of tears flowed from my eyes. My voice starts to crack, "Xavier is right. I should never show my face to anyone. Now everyone sees me as an ugly person. I'm ugly. Ugly. No one's gonna like me or respect me because of how I look. I don't deserve to be Xavier's wife, I'm so unattractive. I'm a horrible wife."

Suddenly, he turns and shouts at me from above. "Bella, you're not a woman, you're too ugly! You have terrible taste in clothes! You're horrible! Your body is pathetic! It's embarrassing for me to walk arm in arm with you and introduce you as my wife! You know why I married you!" he spits out all that venom with rage.