Yesterday House by Fritz Leiber — Read

The exterior of Martin Kesserich's home -- a weathered white cube with narrow, sharp-paned windows, topped by a cupola -- was nothing like its lavish interior.

In much the same way, Mrs. Kesserich clashed with the darkly gleaming furniture, persian rugs and bronze vases around her. Her shapeless black form, poised awkwardly on the edge of a huge sofa, made Jack think of a cow that had strayed into the drawing room. He wondered again how a man like Kesserich had come to marry such a creature.