The Only Favourite Ugly Husband Novels & Stories

I don't want him to get angry anytime soon. He looked at me and furrowed his eyebrows. I gulped down saliva in my throat. "Even when I don't?" he asked. "I-I I don't know... I just know that you... you are my husband and it's my duty" I answered honestly. "I am the darkest person you can ever meet Hailey. I am the most ruthless man of the North Mafia and thus of the biggest Mafia business. I am the one who knows and believes that love is nothing more than a state of mind that in medicals can be called Insanity. I am the last person who anyone can care about" he said.

“I have lost count of the many women who want a piece of me. I am good looking, some might even say, devilishly handsome…” Oh, God! Could he be any more arrogant? More than my hatred for his arrogance, I hated that he was right. He was handsome. Too handsome. He chuckled. “You know I am right.” “No, you are not!” I frowned. He pointed at my face. “You know, beneath that frown, I can see attraction for me.” “What?” I scoffed. “You are out of your damn mind!” “I love my husband, Gerald. He's the most handsome man in the world. You don't even come close!”

"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.

"The truth is I'm not beautiful, I have lived with this face for 22 years now. I got bashed I got hated because of how ugly my face is, every single time my father beats me because he felt frustrated he felt like he doesn't have money and even his daughter is an ugly duckling, there was a day he beat me at night and I fought back and ran out of the house that's when I ran into Camille that night and she helped me. She asked me about my story and why I was running I told her my story, she told me that I can have a pretty face too, so the next day she took me to a clinic where we got the face mask that I was always wearing and now earlier today she let me know that she loves my husband and she

“You’ve given that man three years of your light, Evelyn. Let Paris be the place you remember who you were before him.” Before Khalid. Before the whirlwind romance at the Met Gala, before I’d quietly closed my design studio to become the wife who understood his late nights and global ambitions. Before Natasha returned and I became furniture in my own marriage. I looked across the studio to the small desk where my laptop sat. The manuscript file was open. *The Husband I Once Loved*. The title still made my stomach clench. Khalid had read the first seventy pages last night. The confrontation that followed had been brutal—his hurt, my exhaustion, the way his voice cracked when he asked if I rea

“Is she ready now? She should start coming out.” The mean lady answered. “Yes she is ready.” They started walking and I followed behind them like a prisoner going to her execution. We reached the place where the ceremony would happen. It was a small gathering. Not too many people but not too few either. When I saw my so-called husband my stomach turned. His name was Edgar. He was so ugly. His face was full of wrinkles. His teeth were yellow and broken. His skin looked rough and unclean. I felt like vomiting. How could anyone look like that?

I frowned but before I could say anything or ask what he meant he continued “Every one knows that your husband is a bastard, Sophia. A greedy, drinking addicted bastard. So trust me when I say this - You deserve more and I actually did you a favour.” I slapped him. Hard. His cheek turned slightly, the only movement he allowed himself. I recoiled expecting rage, a threat or something. Instead he looked at me and smiled, “You just flinched, Sophia. Know this - I'm not your asshole husband.” I bit my lip in shame but said nothing. “Soon you will realise that I only did you a favour. For now, rest well.” Then he turned and walked away.

"I'm sure Fabian would be great at cheating. His standards and quality are too high—that's the difference between me and you." "I chose someone to be my husband with high quality and perfect to use, like Fabian Martinez. I just wonder what quality your second-hand husband that you stole has. As far as I know, in his several years in the industry, he hasn't won a single award. A little more and I'll think he's just an extra in his movie projects, or the audience doesn't like him since none of his movies became popular." With that insult, she suddenly grabbed her hair. "How dare you brag! Who are you to say that about Victor! Monster!"

"I know that your husband went too far in doing that, but he was hurt, maybe you need to be faithful to him from now on, you guys would have nothing to worry about." "Martha, I'm not going to get involved with him again," I said. "He's more handsome than Raymond. If I wasn't married, I would have had him as my own." She said. "He isn't more handsome than Raymond," I said. "He is. Don't you love his dark hair and broad shoulders? Don't you like his bedroom eyes? His fleck stands out with his dark lashes and skin." She said. "The only thing I love is the artificial finger he wears," I said.

We have already expected high profile individuals from different walks of life would come to this occasion. As a Montefalco, it was truly an honor to be here, that is of course, if only my family would be so glad to have me in. Apparently, it would only be grandma who was the only one left caring about me in this family. My husband doesn’t want our marriage to continue because he preferred to have his first love—also currently his mistress—as his wife instead of me, even my mother-in-law whom I though was caring to me at first was all just a show-off.