Ugly Husband Novels & Stories

I asked with a teary voice. “Do you like stories, Ruby?” She asked. “Let me tell you a not-so-beautiful story” She added as she took a nearby chair and sat down, facing me. “Once upon a time, there was a lovely couple- or so everyone thought. The couple was nothing else but beautiful on the outside and hideous on the inside. The husband didn’t love his wife as much as he claimed he did, he didn’t show it in his actions. He neglected her and was so engrossed in his work that it made his wife regret every getting married to him.

“Um.” “So will you listen to me now?” “I was going to do what you always wanted. You also thought Miguel was the reason Henrietta kept coming around but by the time I finally granted that, you were gone. I looked for you and I didn't want to admit you hate me now, but you were good at hiding.” “I heard about what happened to Miguel. I'm sorry about that. It must really be a shock.” “It’s okay. You don't have to pity me, I think I deserved it after all. I'm guilty. I was a failed father and a terrible husband to both of you.”

He suggested and I am honestly curious as to what he thinks requires my effort. "And what could that be? "Your face, your looks. I told you yesterday that I am fucking allergic to ugliness, so fix it." He said and walked away before I could say anything. I can't believe that he is still insisting that I am ugly, am I ugly? This was a mishap, taking the offer to be his wife for a year is nothing short of a horrible mistake. How in God's name will I cope with him for a year with his attitude?

"It seems you must have forgotten that you are my wife, juliet. I am one of the most respectable men in this country, it's already enough that you are ugly and fat.. repulsive to the eyes, but what I won't take from you... Is making me look bad Infront of the world, that I billionaire and among the richest men in America, is allowing my wife to work. When she could just easily seat at home and relax." I bit my lip, my hand balls into a fist.. his words ringing so hard in my head.. *It's already enough that you are ugly and fat... repulsive to the eyes* am I that ugly, that he had to say I'm repulsive to the eyes. It's alright when my sis insults me, but I guess I didn't take her insults that

I cut her off "I don't know why you're so eager to find out if my husband is a horrible man but let me put your mind to rest. "My husband is a great man who cares about me. Unlike the man you are married to, Karl doesn't find it funny to comment on my every move. He doesn't find it as a sport to put me down. And he most definitely doesn't need to feel like a man by putting me down. "I get that Grazie Chaw is a horrible person. He's a shity father so i doubt he'd be a good husband. But my Karl is not like my father. He doesn't find pleasure in bitting the crap out of me."

He was violent, and all I felt was humiliation from his abusive behavior. Sadist. My husband is a sadist. He took pleasure from inflicting pain while penetrating me. I can’t believe it. I fucking can’t believe this is happening to me. All these years, I was blinded by his fake act, by the blinding brightness of his personality. He is not the same person I met. No, he tricked me to believing he is a good guy without flaws. And clearly, he is not. All I wanted was a happy life with a complete family I can love and take care of. What did I do wrong to deserve this?

who used to wear exquisite makeup and act cute was now a complete and total monster. What broke him even further was a call from his company informing him that he had been suspended. The reason was that he had a messy private life that seriously damaged the company’s image. The video had gone viral online; his acquaintances recognized him instantly, even with the pixelation. Charles returned home utterly defeated. He collapsed onto the couch the moment he stepped inside. “Yvonne, pour me a glass of water,” he commanded out of habit. The house was silent. No one responded.

Calvin sneered. Then, he added, "Tell me where she is, unless you want me to cut ties with you for good in the last years of your life." I watched as Margaret's eyes welled up when she heard Calvin's threat. "I'm your dad's wife—how could you do this to me?" Calvin's anger flared. "How dare you bring up Dad? It's because of you that Clarissa became a murderer three years ago!" My heart broke as I watched. Did Calvin even have a shred of humanity left?

"Haha! Dorothy's talking to the doll, and Laura doesn't understand what's going on!" "Darling? Is she talking to herself? She had a fun night inside that doll." "Laura's still scrambling eggs in the kitchen. How considerate. Her husband's fooling around with another woman, and she's here making breakfast for his lover." "Feeling sorry for Laura? Well, don't. She's just an overglorified maid." I put the scrambled eggs onto a plate and brought them to the dining table. Dorothy had already taken her seat. Calvin had woken up as well, and he showed up for breakfast wearing nothing but a pair of boxers.

“You know I don’t play games. And you also know how deep I can go when I have to. I don’t need to reintroduce myself. My father already left enough proof in every corner of this world.” Uncle Robert stayed quiet because he fully din't understand what was happening. “That nephew of yours clearly doesn’t know his place,” Mondragon continued, stepping closer. “He dared to point a gun at me. He broke into my house and took my wife. He doesn’t know the fire he’s playing with.” “What? TT?” Uncle Robert said, stunned. “If I don’t have my wife in the next 20 minutes,” Mondragon growled, “there’s going to be a shake bigger than what happened fifteen years ago.”