Ugly Husband Novels & Stories

"Got it?" “You son of a bitch…!” he stood up, approaching me. “I raised more than some stupid boy who would waste the chance of a lifetime over a piece of pussy!” He grabbed me by the collar, but I didn’t even flinch “Is this what you want? To waste your chance at a good marriage just to keep around an ugly woman who has nothing to give you?” “I said…” I held him in place too, ready to punch him again “So you never mention Holly with that fucking mouth of yours again!”

I was sure Michael could understand the implication behind my vague words. Covering his eyes with a hand, Michael laughed bitterly. "Just what sort of son have I raised? I'm truly such a useless father!" I hadn't realized it before now, but Simon was clearly psychologically abnormal. It wasn't until recent events that I realized that there had been clues from the beginning. His stubbornness seemed more like obsessiveness. Michael couldn't wrap his mind around it. How could a normal person possibly be able to endure a decade of marriage without sex?

Instead, he simply looked at me and said, "This show that you and Irene had put on truly is fascinating. Do you think you can make me take pity on you by going to the hospital and presenting a fake medical record to me? "The police are searching for Nat now. You better pray she's okay. Otherwise, I will never forgive you." Suddenly, I laughed. At the same time, an inexpressible sense of sorrow surged in my heart. I became so panicked that I fell down the stairs and miscarried when I learned that Natalie had been kidnapped. Yet, my husband deemed me as a jealous spouse who would only hide his phone away. Nonetheless, it turned out that there were times when he lost his composure and went on a

Not for a moment did Alex think that Claire would do that. “You're so wrong! My husband is not a loser. He can't be confused with trash. He's a good and responsible husband. No matter what you and everyone else says about him, to me my husband is a thousand times better than you!” After yelling at Alex, Claire clenched her jaw, and walked away without caring about Alex who was now grimacing clutching his dick from outside his pants. It felt really throbbing and sore. “Mr. Knight! Mr. Knight! Are you okay?” Vincent arrived at that moment and ran over to his boss.

It was a cage, a golden cage and nothing else. “ What do you mean? A year? What's going to happen after a year?” But oh, he ignored my questions and led me on anyway whilst the slow music begun to play. On the other end stood my husband who hasn't taken his eyes off me for a second. How could one be so beautiful yet ugly? How could you have a pretty face yet a black soul? But I act like I do not know why. Aren't all made men the same? Is my father any different from him?

Angelo grumbled in his mind. “Yeah, right, but too bad for him. Can’t feel any love towards that ugly Homosapien.” Angelo confidently hit his chest as he informed Anton. “At least change the way on how you call your husband, don’t always call him ugly Homosapien. It might irritate your husband, and one day you will be slapped by divorce papers.” “Then what should I call him; ugly Homosapien has a better ring to it than any other name.” Angelo shrugs.

he asks, acting offended. I drop my head to hide my smile. Oh, this guy is something else. “Your kids are bastards. One of your other wives can bring them up. I’ve had enough. I’m going back to prostitution.” “Just don’t give anyone anal. You know that asshole is mine.” He scowls, acting serious. I widen my eyes at him. He did not just say that out loud. “Oh my God,” the lady behind us whispers. “Shh,” her husband hisses.

"You are forced to accept such a repulsive man as your father just to protect your husband's reputation! Even I feel disgusted on your behalf! They plan to murder your husband, then steal all your wealth from you! You never imagined that, did you?! Haha! If my guess is right, Carmen, that b*tch, is already starting to flirt, isn't she?! That b*tch can't keep her legs closed whenever she sees a man in front of her!" "Haha! Letting that b*tch into your house was a mistake! She'll sleep with your husband sooner or later! That slutty b*tch has slept with more men than the total amount of rice you've eaten in your entire life even though she is married! Do you seriously believe your husband can w

Just like that, Fredric turned back into the same icy man I’d always known. He got out of bed, his expression cynical, almost disgusted. And I felt small—pathetic, humiliated, filthy. Why? Why did I give my body to a man who never loved me? He isn’t my husband. He never wanted me. To him, I’m nothing but a pawn in this twisted charade. God, how stupid I am. But what’s done is done. I can’t erase it. I can’t wash it away. All I can do is live with it.

"I'll never forget how happy she was when they were getting married. The news was all over the media, right down to the billboards. But after only one year, she was dumped by her husband." "It's her own fault. She should have realized she was ugly. What man could stand looking at that face for years?" her friend added. "I bet he couldn't make love to her even if he turned off the lights in the room." "Do you realize where you are?" someone said from behind. I frowned, recognizing the voice. "Is this how you honor Mr. Richard Smith for the last time?"