Ugly Husband Novels & Stories

Raising his hands, Pastor Chauffee gestured for us all to stand as he closed out the service in prayer. Humiliated, I turned to run out of this place and collided with Paige. Donovan is far from attractive, but he's a decent-looking man. He could snag a pretty woman if he wanted to, but his wife is hideous. The saying "you're not ugly, just broke" does not ring true for her. She's extra nice whenever she sees me, but she must hate how much her husband caters to me.

"Are you... doing this of your own free will, miss? He, uh... He's rather... unique-looking." "Excuse me?!" I snapped, furious enough to make everyone in the building turn and stare. "Are you blind, ma'am? You're looking at the most handsome man you could possibly meet, and you're calling him ugly?! Look at those hideous freaks outside, then look at my husband again. Do you seriously not see the difference?!" I pulled Matteo close and pointed at his sharply chiseled features. "My husband is the most handsome bastard in the entire world!"

It’s difficult to get that last word out, but I have to behave myself, or else my parents–all four of them–will have died for nothing. “What’s the matter, milaya? Don’t you want to spend some time getting to know your husband?” Oleg cackles, rocking back and forth from heel to toe. Swallowing down bile, I say, “No, I think we will have time for that later.” I return my gaze to Yakov and realize I’ve been able to surmise everything I could ever need to know in this one meeting. He’s repulsive–possessive and cruel. He’s also unintelligent. I can tell by the foolish smirk on his face. That’s not something I want in a husband, but in this situation, it will work in my favor.

Everything about this man disgusted me so much and that's not it, his smile made him look so ugly. He placed his husband on my shoulder and I knew what he wanted to do. "Your boobs..." "Fuck you bastard! You are so disgusting!" I spat out. He laughed. "The more you do this, the more turned on I am. How can someone fascinate me this much? I could let you go but..." he trailed off. "But what?" I asked.

"Tsk, tsk! She has such an amazing husband, yet she doesn't cherish him. Faking her husband's death just for an idiot! How disgusting!" "You're right! Some people just don't cherish what they have. I've noticed since five years ago that something funny has been going on with her and that idiot." "I heard that idiot was a student that her husband sponsored. What a disgusting couple! This is how she repaid her husband?!" Henry looked at everyone, casting him condescending gazes and calling him an idiot. He suddenly lost it and yelled hysterically, "I'm not an idiot! Besides, my wife has long said that she wants to marry me!"

Yet here am I, a punching ball for my husband who doesn't even give a damn about me. A rough cruel pig in bed without an inch of decency. He doesn't even hide his slut to the eyes of all, he doesn't even pretend to respect me!! That nasty animal is the worst thing any human being would want to be with and the universe had to pick me to hold on this shit!! The anger within me was exploding.

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.

“But, how is it that you were married to her all these years and didn’t even know what she liked to eat? That’s pretty pathetic for a husband…” “Ex-husband,” Adam corrected with a smirk. “What about you?” I snapped, glaring at Arlington. “Your pathetic pining for my wife from a distance, for years, has clearly gotten you nowhere. Talk about pathetic…” Arlington froze for a moment before smiling politely. “Not so distant, I admit.” “You are not the father of my child,” I replied, stepping aside for a nurse who had come down the corridor. “And neither are you, Adam.” “You’re sure of that?” Adam asked, crossing his arms. “How many times have you slept with Alice over the years? A dozen? Less?”

"Shut up, Dylan. Even though she looks more like his Papa, I'm sure that one hundred percent, my blood is the winner, that's why she's this beautiful. Isn't it?" "Hmm, for now I'll agree." They laughed. "But I'm really happy. It's a really different feeling, especially now that I can see and kiss her." Despite my pain, I forced a smile. While I truly rejoiced for Chelsea, her remarks stung me to the core. My husband's affair had caused me a miscarriage, prevented me from having the child I had yearned for, and I couldn't help but think back on that. The wound I have because of this will never heal, and every time I remember it, my anger for him grows stronger.

“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?