Ugly Wife Handsome Husband Novels & Stories

“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?

I could not believe this, that my husband and son would hurt me like this, showing no regard for my feelings. Where did the kind, attentive husband of mine go? And my sweetest son? This wasn't what my family was like before Matthew’s first love came back. Matthew and Theo was once treating me like I was invincible. Especially Matthew, back then he actually cared about me, took care of me even when he told me from the onset that what we had was a marriage of convenience and he doesn't love me, he still stood up for me, when the pack questioned my integrity as a rogue wolf.

“Work? That’s the lamest excuse I’ve ever heard. Do you hear yourself? Look at you—you’re gorgeous, you’re kind, and you’re literally the perfect wife. Meanwhile, he’s out there being an emotionally constipated jerk. Seriously, what’s so special about him? If I were you, I’d find myself a lover. That would teach him a lesson.” Lara shot her a pointed look. “That’s never going to happen. You know how much I love Lucas.” Ali groaned dramatically. “God, you’re hopeless. You’re so in love with a walking red flag!” Lara stifled a laugh. “You sound more bitter than I do. You don’t even have a boyfriend.” She shrugged. “That’s because men are trash. It’s like they have collectively decided to be te

Her face was painted with fear, dubious to spill something at me. “You know what, I'm really tired. I want to rest,” I uttered when she had no plan to speak. “But Ms. Fait—” “Such a nice day, baby.” My jaw dropped. Everything just stopped and I felt like my world began to tear apart. As soon as I opened the door, I found Elijah—my husband, kissing a woman. They even giggled like a sweet couple. “Oh, your wife is here.” The woman muttered as they both saw me. The smile that he was wearing didn't vanish; he kept it, as if he intended to do it in front of me.

"And that you don't remember the last decade." "Not a single day," I confirmed. "Do you remember Liam?" "I do," I smiled faintly, glancing at the man beside me. "I remember him as my childhood best friend." Liam’s jaw tightened slightly at the phrase, a flicker of something raw passing through his eyes before he masked it. Vienna caught the reaction instantly, her pen pausing over the paper. "And how do you view him now?" Vienna asked gently. "He's my husband," I said simply. "He's a bit rigid, terribly serious, and occasionally very annoying... but I feel safe around him."

"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!"

He was shaking, but he kept his eyes locked on me as he continued, “Aurora, we’re one. From now on, I’ll be your right hand, and you’ll be my left. We’ll never be apart again, okay?” He stared at me, desperate for any reaction. However, I refused to look at him. Still, he forced a smile. “It’s okay. I can wait. Aurora, I’ll spend my whole life making it up to you.” Then came the third strike and the fourth. By the time he stopped, his left hand was ruined, blood dripping off the edge of the table and pooling on the floor. Only then did I finally turn my head and look at him. “Do you think this makes it over? Don’t forget what else you did that night.”

“Okay, ma'am.” She nodded once, she opened the door and strode out, heading to their bedroom. As she entered, she intended to enjoy herself on the couch but changed her mind, she sauntered casually toward the bed. He was wearing trousers without a shirt or undershirt on. Charlene shook her head countlessly to stop herself from drooling over the sight of him. His flawless body sparkled under the spotlight above the bed. “You've been standing on that spot for three minutes, Charlene.”. He said knowingly, laying flat on his tummy while facing her. She composed herself, cleared her throat before walking closer. Sometimes it was hard to believe they were actually married, the same man in the maga

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?”

Valerie laughed and shoved her playfully “Everyone says he’s so handsome but he’s the most disgusting. Oh, you should see how sweaty he gets when he’s done playing basketball” Color rose to her face as she remembered their encounter in the kitchen. If she could, she would watch him all day and she won’t get tired of him. It was more than just his physical looks, it was the way he handled situations, he protected and provided for her. “I strongly disagree. My husband is the most handsome” They laughed again. Jeanine could almost believe the words that came out of her mouth, she couldn’t tell if she was just acting or if she was saying how she actually felt.