Ugly Husband Novels & Stories

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.

I stare at the man on the TV. Shoulder-length, raven hair frames a hard sharply chiseled face carved from menace. On the left side of his face are deep, grotesque scars like a burn, jagged ridges of dead tissue tearing his beauty in half. Like something monstrous once tried to claw its way out of him and failed. He looks dangerous, ruthless, frightening. How can a man like him be my husband? I find the lady giving me a strange look, one that looks as if I'm about to do something dangerous. Maybe I misinterpreted her expression.

“We've been married for over three years... I've known him even longer than that. Yet he thinks I am worthless, boring, and incapable of evoking any real feelings in him. How am I supposed to believe you see me any differently after just a few brief family dinners?" Damian’s brow furrowed into a frown. "Are you really comparing me to Ethan? That spineless scumbag? That blind fool who has no idea what a priceless treasure he's throwing away?" The bluntness of his outburst caught me completely off guard. The formidable Damian Sterling had just openly branded his own son a scumbag—all for my sake. Before I could stop it, a startled laugh burst from my lips. I quickly pressed a hand over my mout

Anything to wake up from this nightmare. This can’t be happening to me. The husband I love so much doesn’t consider me convenient. He doesn’t consider me chubby and ugly. He loves me, and not because he needs to inherit his company. What we share is perfect and it makes everyone envious. No. No. This isn't happening. This can't be happening. I have to wake up. Wake up from this cruel, twisted reality, I land another slap on my cheeks and the stings ground me to the harsh reality happening.

"Huh worth_less b_bitch." "SHUT UP YOU MOTHERFUCKER! HOW DARE YOU TO_" "Huh. l_look wh_who is t_tal_king." "He is my husband!" "T_the b_bastard son o_f a m_man wh_whore and a s_slut." "At least he is not a rapist who takes advantage of innocent girls!"

I am not too worried about him dying or overdosing though and I think he’s been dramatic because he is a fuccin paranormal werecat and while he’s still half human, he is still stronger than your average human. “Oh.” I didn’t want to but I asked anyways. “How? Were you unhappy? Was Julian 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.

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.

All because my family owed money and this was the only way to pay it off. My husband, Marcus, was… well, let’s just say he wasn’t winning any beauty contests. Short, balding, with a belly that hung over his belt. And the worst part? He had no fucking clue how to touch a woman. Every time he climbed on top of me it was the same thing… two minutes of clumsy thrusting, a grunt, and then he rolled off and fell asleep. I was left lying there, throbbing and frustrated, my body screaming for more.

Plak! The slap came again. Harder this time. Ariana's body staggered back, her cheeks hot and stinging. The pain traveled all the way to her heart. She looked up, staring at her husband with tears in her eyes. "Nathaniel..." her voice was almost a whisper. But the man only gave her a cold stare before turning away, leaving her in agonizing silence. Ariana let out a shaky breath, turning her head towards the large mirror in the corner of the room.

Suddenly, the whole world had decided that Xyla Quest’s husband was an ugly man. “What a pity. It’s like a fresh flower on cow dung.” “I always assumed that someone like Xyla Quest would definitely marry an elite, wealthy, and handsome man.” “Tsk tsk tsk, I heard that her husband is so ugly that he’s not presentable. He even has an insignificant status! Tsk tsk tsk… Is Xyla’s brain alright? Why does she have to defile herself this way?”