A Wedding Night Gone Terribly Wrong novel Chapter 158

Quentin's "explanation" felt like daggers to the chest. Frankly, calling it a lecture on how she should behave was far more accurate.

"I tried to tell you this over the phone before," he said softly. "Forgive Iris. Let her and Holden be happy. I'm not sure if you took my advice to heart then, so I wanted to say it face-to-face tonight.

"This is incredibly important, Winifred. It affects our future together.

"There's an old saying: it's better to squash a feud than to keep it alive. Be the bigger person.

"You're a kind, forgiving woman. Give Iris a chance. Let go of the past and stop holding onto this grudge. Yes, she might have tried to hurt you, but look at you—you're perfectly fine. You've been safe and happy all these years.

"As for Holden, he divorced you. You two are separated; your lives have nothing to do with each other anymore. He's a single man now. Who he loves and who he spoils is entirely his right. You need to stop being so bitter and constantly trying to fight him.

"I know you resent him for cutting off your livelihood and being cold to the kids. But look at it from another angle, Winifred. The kids getting expelled was actually a blessing in disguise.

"They're only two years old. They aren't learning anything critical at that age anyway. There's no need to force them into school so early. By keeping them home, we save on tuition and ease our financial burden.

"And Holden forcing you out of the clinic? Also a blessing. Now you don't have to cram onto the subway every morning.

"I'm going to set up a home office for you. You can stay comfortably inside, focus on your research, refine your formulas, and provide the best medicine for my clinic. By supporting my work, we'll be building our future together. We'll turn the Adams Wellness Clinic into an empire."

Having concluded his sermon, Quentin offered his grand finale.

"Once we're married, you can hold down the fort at home with your research, and I'll bring home the bacon. We'll build our life together. How does that sound?"

Winifred stared at him in dead silence. As his mouth moved, every single word that tumbled out was dripping with suffocating arrogance. He truly believed he was entirely justified in everything he said.

She couldn't fathom what he saw when he looked at her. In his mind, she must have been staggeringly stupid.

Quentin blinked, taken aback. "Winifred, I'm completely serious about this."

Winifred lowered her eyes, fiddling with a rose petal. "I want to see how you act first. Give me some time."

"Oh. I see."

Quentin pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. She wanted to make sure he had actually cut ties with Shelly? She wanted to test his sincerity?

That was so... pathetic. She didn't even have the courage to demand a trial period directly; she had to ask for it timidly.

It was obvious she was terrified. Terrified that if she acted too demanding, she would scare him away right after he had finally come back to her. It proved how desperately she cherished him.

He totally understood. She had been hit with unexpected happiness after a period of intense pain, and now she was desperately trying to protect it.