World's Ugliest Couple Novels & Stories

his question made Jamie look his way in surprise “Do you now think I am not even worth living? Why would I be okay with my husband doing all this to a girl? Why would I be okay that both my husband and my ex chose her over me? Don’t you see what I am going through? He ruined our relationship for this girl.” Jamie had no clue what she was talking about as it had nothing to do with her or cheating, it was a crime.

Just the thought of him makes my heart hurt. "I've worked for his family for over 6 years now." "Wow you actually lasted for 6 years?" I asks genuinely surprised that people actually stick around. "Do you actually know who he is ma-Izzy?" he asks as if I'm supposed to know who he is. "I- no am I supposed to?" "well his not just anybody he is one of the richest people in the world and according to the tabloids the hottest bachelor party in around." "He may be hot but his personality sure isn't he is so full of himself." I scroff so very full of himself.

“You’re braver than I ever gave you credit for.” “Maybe,” she replied. “Or maybe I’m just done being afraid.” That evening, they released a single, simple statement—no drama, no denial. A photo of them together, hands intertwined, accompanied by a brief message affirming their marriage and commitment. The response was immediate. Some skepticism. Some curiosity. But also support. More importantly, clarity. That night, they sat on the terrace again, the city glowing beneath them. Ethan wrapped an arm around Lydia’s shoulders, pulling her close.

My thumb scrolled mechanically through Mia's F******k album, titled "Our Journey - 47/100." Forty-seven activities down, fifty-three to go. The new post is a photo. There they were: Matthew, Theo, and Mia. His hand rested on Mia's shoulder, protective and tender. And, Theo sat on her lap, his arms wrapped around her neck. The caption read: "My amazing birthday!" I sat in the empty house, staring at a photo on my phone until my eyes burned. I could not believe this, that my husband and son would hurt me like this, showing no regard for my feelings.

He says he is soft-spoken for the size of him. “Back up. You and our woman have been in a sex club for three fucking days? Is that right?” I feel my rage building. If she is to go to a sex club, it should be with me and Dylan. Not a bunch of Russian bears. “Are you hard of hearing? That is what I said. Besides, I don’t find her attractive and I’m sure my husband would castrate me if I touched her or anyone else in that kind of manner.” He says chuckling it should calm me, but it doesn’t. Now he is saying she is ugly. I’m angry again.

"Seriously? If you two weren’t a perfect match, I don’t know who is. Bryant, look at this—he even sounds exactly like someone else I know. So self-absorbed!" The worst part? They were shamelessly showing off their love right in front of two single men. They had survived an earthquake. They had survived a mudslide. But they hadn’t survived getting force-fed dog food.

He pulled me back roughly, and I landed back down on him with a yelp. “You're shredding whatever is left of my dignity. I don't want to be known as the weird couple.” I answered him briefly ducking my head and whispering. “Look around.” He ordered and I obeyed instantly, noticing that the entire lounge area was empty. It was just me and him remaining. “Did you clear the area?” “Yes.” He answered. “God forbid everybody finds out your wife had a psychotic breakdown. Wife of Shipping and Tech Magnate Nikolas Stavros’s wife regrets her decision one night into their wedding.” I gesticulated in the air in grand style and chuckled sadly but he didn't find it funny.

I faced both of them to explain and to stop nagging. "Guys let's make things clear, I don't have a relationship with Dave Arkiel and we will never have a relationship because he has a girlfriend and another one whatever we have now we are meeting, or even talking. That's because we need to stop the marriage arrangement . Because we both didn't like that. So please stop teasing us. He already has a girlfriend and I don't want to ruin whatever they have." I explained to my two naughty friends. "Fine." They both said at the same time.

I drive through town. Still listening to the music with my lady. We pass a few small stores and a fuel station. We pass Paula's Corner. An establishment she liked before we married. Place to find all sorts of cheap affordable clothing with many deals. Most my cloths come from there. She picks it out of course. Not that she is controlling. She's not. She's more stylish than me. I've never had a sense of fashion or even standard dressing. I'll put a button shirt on with camo cargo pants. I don't really think about what I'm wearing. So I ask her to make sure her hubby looks good. We're a good team. We both struggle with things. We both let the other help hold us up and we each know that support

And as I closed my eyes in the dark, a terrifying, beautiful image flashed behind my eyelids—the memory of a sleek black motorcycle, a rough leather jacket, and a pair of dark, obsessive eyes that had promised to burn my husband's world to the ground. God help me, because the nightmare was officially in the open, and I knew exactly whose dangerous hands I wanted to run to.