Ugly Husband Novels & Stories

When I turned twenty-two, he lit up the sky with fireworks and drones, spelling out his romantic confession. Naturally, I fell head-over-heels for the man who was both domineering and tender. I really believed my fairy tale had come true. However, shortly after the wedding, Marco injured his spinal cord in a turf war, and the doctors said he’d spend the rest of his life in bed. He couldn’t accept that kind of fall from power. He became irritable and volatile, sinking into self-destructive urges and suicidal thoughts. In less than three months, he had tormented himself into a shell of who he once was.

Troy nods as response. " So we messed up. Who is her husband? Bring him here. That scumbag needs to -!" " It's a cripple man! An Ugly one!" Troy tries to make fun but Carol's father slaps across his face, " Idiot!!! A cripple bastard took everything away from us and you didn't think of talking about it. Why didn't you tell me that she got married in the first place?"

She came to a stop near a park, where the sparse crowd allowed her some solitude. Seating herself on a bench, Isabel became an embodiment of emotionlessness, giving way to a torrent of tears the next moment. Despite her rational mind urging her not to care, her vulnerable heart insisted on feeling the opposite. The sight of her newly married husband reveling in happiness with another woman was something Isabel couldn't ignore. "Why? Why did this have to happen to me? Why am I the one deemed the ugliest?" she whispered to herself, placing blame on her skin condition. Isabel couldn't escape the memories of Mason's disdain and cruelty towards her imperfections. Now, he had escalated to infideli

I told him my final words and slunk out of his godforsaken house that held painful memories of my regrettable marriage. My marriage was a miserable one, my husband hated me just as his mother and sister did. They wanted another wife for him, a presentable woman, I was overweight, naive and clumsy. I never liked my face, it was too round and too fat. Never for once did I feel beautiful and never did I imagine getting married to a handsome wealthy and powerful man like Gabriel Damasco, there had to be something more to it than love and I was right, there was.

**** "Spuurrrr…!" Phoebe spat out the whiskey. "What!? Richard Hill is your husband. Oh my God! You are the crazy rich wife in New York." Phoebe's brain shook violently as she plummeted from cloud nine, her mind reeling at the revelation that the man they had been discussing was none other than Richard Hill.

In the past, I would never have believed that there would come a day when Snow would actually try to stop me. She even sounded a little panicked. In this relationship, Snow and Richard were always the ones in control. The moment I showed the slightest dissatisfaction, I became the “ungrateful husband” who could not understand her. No matter how much love I had for her, it was worn down day after day. Yet, when I poured all my love on Snow, she was busy giving her attention to another man.

Hearing Weston's words, Bella started looking at everyone, then Weston pointed towards a man wearing a gray suit and said, " This is my father, Mr. David Hill." Then pointing towards a woman who was wearing a green gown and pride was clearly visible on her face, Weston said, " This is my mother, oops correction my step mother Mrs. Morina Hill.” Hearing this, Bella looked at Weston who had a devil smile on his face. Then he further said, this is my uncle Mr. Damian Hill and my aunt Mrs. Nora Hill. This is my brother Shaun Hill whom you have met." On hearing this from Weston, Bella looked first at Weston and then at Shaun who was staring at her. Bella could clearly see the hatred for herself i

“How? Were you unhappy? Was Judas husband treating you horribly or something? You have to tell me.” “He wasn’t. He was perfect until he wasn’t.” What does that even mean? That sounded so ominous. My stomach fell. I knew it, it was the husband and if I get my hands on him and his probably skinny and shitty ass, I will squeeze the life out of him. I run his hands through an electric slicer and his balls. I will make sure to kill him painfully. I will roll in his pathetic blood and laugh for centuries. People really got on my nerves honestly. What did he do to the poor guy now?

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 need you to know that what you're going to do isn't in anyway wrong. You need to understand just how horrible the man you're married to is first before you can make up your mind about what you want to do." "By horrible do you mean that there's more I don't know about him?" "Unfortunately yes, Scarlett," he sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Your husband is just like any billionaire out there, ruthless, powerful and merciless. That's the reason why he made up that story about your dad and sold it to the press." "What?" I shouted, gaining attention from most people in the room, before they all went back to their businesses. "What did you just say?" I asked again, this time making sur