A Wedding Night Gone Terribly Wrong novel Chapter 271

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Quentin Adams stood there, utterly unresponsive to her lecture.

Shelly Hale put her hands on her hips. "Then give me some money!"

"Money for what?" Quentin shot her a cold glare.

Frustrated, Shelly cradled her flat stomach, making sure he fully grasped the immense sacrifice she was making as an expectant mother. "I'm pregnant. I can't work right now. What's wrong with asking for some pocket money?"

Ever since she had shown up at his door with a positive pregnancy test, she hadn't lifted a finger.

Breakfast was store-bought by Eleanor every morning. Lunch was prepared by the housekeeper. For dinner, Albert would simply heat up the leftovers and throw together a side salad.

"You have a roof over your head, food to eat, and people waiting on you hand and foot. What exactly do you need money for?" Quentin snapped.

It had been over a month since Winifred Shultz had packed her bags and left. With her gone, Quentin was forced to become the head of the household.

He was now financially responsible for six people, not to mention the tuition and school fees for Larissa and Demi. Watching his hard-earned cash drain from his accounts had been a brutal wake-up call to just how expensive daily life really was.

The money flowed out like water.

And that wasn't even factoring in luxury expenses or fine dining—just keeping the pantry stocked was a nightmare. Eleanor would go to the grocery store and easily drop five hundred dollars on a single trip.

Organic berries were twenty-five dollars a box, and she bought four at a time. Gourmet nuts were fifty bucks a pound, which she insisted were 'essential' for watching her evening shows. Artisanal truffle cakes ran over two hundred dollars each.

Whenever Eleanor brought home those expensive berries, Larissa and Demi would wash their hands after school, sit down, and devour the entire stash in under twenty minutes.

And then Shelly would complain in his ear: *'Your nieces are so selfish, stealing a pregnant woman's snacks. They only eat the expensive stuff. If we raise them like this, they're going to steal food from our baby when it's born. My child is going to suffer.'*

Between the groceries and the constant bickering, the expenses were astronomical. He could barely afford to keep the lights on, let alone fund Shelly's shopping habits.

But Shelly, who was used to a life of luxury, felt entirely unappreciated. She was carrying the firstborn heir of the Adams family! The sheer disrespect was enough to make her burst into tears.