Novel & Cerita Ugly Wife Handsome Husband

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.

"Your granddaughter is really rude to me, James! How dare she insult my beloved granddaughter. Oh, poor Gina! My sweet beloved Gina!" Hearing the old woman's words made him want to punch the old woman in the face right away. He glanced at Marie, who did not seem bothered by the old woman's anger. Now he understood the reason why his wife never mentioned her extended family. Gina then clung to the arm of a man who according to his guess was her husband. He was well-built and had a handsome face, wore clothes from a well-known designer, but from his appearance alone he knew that he was the type of gambler who only relied on his face to survive. It was quite obvious that this man has depended a

“She will be my wife. And I don’t share what’s mine.” Mr. Sinclair’s face darkened, but Mrs. Sinclair stepped forward quickly, laying a hand on her husband’s arm. “Darling, please… let it go. This marriage is what matters. It’s what we’ve been working toward.” “Working toward?” Mr. Sinclair barked. “What I saw just now was him undermining me in front of her. Possessiveness isn’t respect, it’s weakness.”

Her voice dropped to a whisper, mouth hanging open in surprise. I turned my head, and as soon as I saw the familiar face of my husband, I rolled my eyes. “That’s my husband, Betty,” I muttered, exasperated. “What is he doing here?” Betty looked as if she’d just witnessed a miracle unfolding right before her eyes. Her jaw dropped, and she gasped dramatically. “That is your husband? Forget everything I just said! Forgive him, worship him! Jesus, Mary, and all the saints! How do you get anything done with a man like that? He looks like… like a Greek god, you know? Adonis, but better!”

Last time, Susan was quite proud of that name, but when she heard it now, she could only feel discomfort. El Toro pretended that he did not see the discomfort on Susan's face. "You know, people say that women get uglier when they get older. I have to say, it seems to be the opposite for you. Why does it feel like you only got more beautiful as you aged?” Since the past, El Toro had a thing for her and would always try and feel her up or flirt with her. In the past, Susan had to endure everything because she was in their territory, but it was different for her now. She was no longer the Susan of the past. She was now the Secretary's wife. Therefore, obviously she could not let a gangster bull

He asked for a hug which I gladly oblige. "I miss you wife!" He whispered then he kiss my temple. I softly hit him. "We're just together this morning!" He chuckled. “So what? I always miss you every seconds when you are not with me.” I rolled my eyes. "Liar!" I pulled him towards the sofa where the people who will do the costumes for the party is. "Good afternoon Mr. Ottave!" They said while giggling. I just shook my head. My husband is very handsome that’s why I’m so used to that kind of reaction.

He looked at me with a raised eyebrow. “I’ll stand up if we do it.” He negotiated. I shook my head. “Not today.” He frowned. “Why?” I crossed my arms and had a menacing smile on my face. “That’s because I’m on my period.” He groaned making me laugh. He pulled my arm and I sat on the edge of the bed. I cupped his face. “Why is my husband so handsome?” He chuckled. “That’s because his wife is very beautiful.” I giggled. He cupped my face and gave me a light kiss on the forehead. “I’ll go take a shower first and afterwards, I want us to decorate the house.” He nodded and I went on my way to the bathroom. I took a quick shower and after I stepped out, Primo went inside the bathroom. I changed in

"How could she hit you so hard? And you just stood there and watched, Jesse. Have you forgotten Sinead is your wife?" I was already a little upset. "She has already married someone else with your approval. Have you forgotten that?" Sinead's mother choked on her words and fell silent. After a while, she spoke again. "But that wasn't real. It was only an act. You're the only one taking it seriously." I rolled my eyes. They had all treated those solemn wedding vows as an act, but I couldn't. In fact, I found it filthy. Besides, it had been five years, and they had never told me about Zachary.

“No! I don’t want to hear it. I can’t even look at you right now. Do you have any idea what you’ve done? I don’t know the whole story, but I know enough. This—this mess—it’s always something with you, isn’t it?” Regan’s head hung low, and he ran a hand through his messy hair, a defeated, almost desperate gesture. And for a moment, he looked as though he might collapse right there in the hallway. “You’re right,” he croaked, his voice barely audible. “I caused this.” His admission only stoked my anger further. My fists clenched at my sides, and my vision blurred as hot, angry tears welled in my eyes. “You’re a terrible husband, Regan,” I hissed, “I don’t care if you love her or not, but you ha

Olivia asked. Mary arched a questioning eyebrow. "You make him seem like some scary guy", Olivia shrugs. "We are not allowed to say, but the master is not the type to be messed with" Olivia nodded as though mocking that detail. "He must be some monster from the west" "Master is no monster", Mary replied vehemently. She couldn't understand why the master's wife would speak so ill of him. "Why does he have that mask over his race then, uh? And his harshness? Give me a break!" Olivia muttered.