Ugly Husband Novels & Stories

‘“I need you to help me fix this, Sophia.” A dry huff of bitter amusement leaves my chest because of course. Not even an “I’m sorry.” I frown and clear my throat lightly, asking in a questioning tone “Help you fix the fact that you hit a woman and it’s made headline news?..... or the fact that you were caught cheating again?” The look on my husband’s face floats crystal clear into my mind. Ulric’s eyes are filled with desperation, now mixed with irritation, and the annoyance he always wears when speaking to me.

Chapter 2 Two weeks ago The past two weeks have been the happiest days of my life. Waking up each day to behold my handsome husband sleeping next to me on the bed while having his arm around my waist has been the best feeling so far. If only every woman out there is lucky to have a replica of Alex as their husband, then no one would suffer the pain some women do suffer in marriage. Alex is perfect for me, and the best man in the world.

My whole life I was looked down on in my parents' home and now my very own husband is going to remind me of my ugliness every single day. I know he will never fall for an ugly girl like me but my heart had already started beating faster in his presence. "They said I was ugly but the mirror never lied, My reflection smiled when I smiled, it cried when I cried. But one day he stood behind me changing the very definition of beauty. Those eyes stared at me and those words left a deep hole beneath. She believed his words like her own And then she knew She was ugly no wonder everyone knew She was Elle Hamilton, a disgrace everyone wanted to get rid of very soon.

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.

The jackass even went as far as planning a date for them. A rooftop date! Just how much more insults would he throw in my face? How was that slut better than me? She did not, could not and would never hold a candle to neither my beauty nor my grace. And then there was the case of her stupid husband who couldn't see what the hell was going on. His wife was being shagged right under his very nose but the idiot didn't realize and he pissed me off way more than Adam himself did. If Harrison kept his wife on a leash, she wouldn't be clawing her hands after my man like the greedy slut she was.

Some strands of his thick black hair laid on his forehead, giving him an incredible look. He was wearing a denim jacket...just so you know,Mig loves denims a lot. I saw his small red lips curved into a smile. "Quit staring wifey...am i that handsome?" He teased. "Ahh...no you are so ugly" I taunted and his eyes widened. "Really?" "Yeah...my husband is so ugly...damn" I teased. I saw his face change into a slight frown...I laughed. "Com'on..you look more ugly when you frown"

"If she is dead, then I won't ever marry another woman again for the rest of my life! What am I telling you? How can I curse my wife to die? You're the person who should be dead!" Marcus was truly exasperated. "Not only does a woman like you deserve to be dead, but you're even ugly beyond measure! You speak of my wife becoming ugly, but no matter how ugly my wife gets, she won't be as ugly as you. You're so extremely ugly! Don't you ever look into a mirror? Ugly woman! It's really true that ugly people would create more trouble! Fuck off!"

"Your husband-to-be. Haven't your parents told you yet?" His songster is as horrific as his demeanor exudes - raw. Cold. Gravelly. Despotic! Something you can't even dream of flouting, but every ounce of me screams with rebellion against it. My what? How? I mean, we just revoked a marriage alignment some minutes ago and my dad swore to stay out of my love life business, right? So, what sort of a preposterous hoax is this? What makes this monkey think that he can be my husband? He doesn't look my age, nor my size, and neither my type. He is a combo of everything ridiculous! Pathetic! Disgusting! Suffocating! His ugliness is top-notch! There is no way in freaking hell my parents would want suc

Somewhere in New York, 1 PM. “I’m glad you still remember me,” David sneered, “I thought after returning to the United States, you’d forget your lover in Canada because you decided to go back to your ex-husband.” The shock in Claire’s eyes was still very evident. However, Claire knew her surprise wouldn’t change anything—it wouldn’t end or fix anything. So she shook her head—giving a single sentence to refute David’s words, “He’s my husband, not my ex-husband.” She replied confidently, hoping for a miracle to be on her side amid the crushing situation.

I love her more than anything. My husband is really made of brick—no emotions, no feelings, no human decency. It feels so suffocating inside, and I don't know when he will be back. It's only afternoon. I planted my face in the pillow and groaned in annoyance. I hate him...I hate that grumpy old husband of mine. Ughhhhhhhhh. I need to get out of this room, or I will go crazy for fucking sure. I get it that I am from a poor family, but that doesn't mean he can insult me like this.