A Wedding Night Gone Terribly Wrong novel Chapter 272

"Don't you walk away from me!" Shelly shrieked, grabbing his arm in a hysterical panic. "Explain yourself right now!"

Quentin yanked his arm free and stormed out of the study.

Shelly chased him all the way to the top of the stairs, the commotion drawing the attention of Eleanor and Albert, who stood at the bottom, looking up in confusion.

"What's going on?" Eleanor asked.

Seeing her saviors, Shelly scrambled down the stairs. Looking like the ultimate victim, she latched onto Eleanor's arm and immediately started crying.

"Eleanor, Quentin is treating me horribly! He's emotionally cheating on me while I'm pregnant! All he thinks about is Winifred! He just—he just insulted me, saying I don't even compare to that woman!"

They always said a mother-in-law was the anchor of a family. No matter how awful a man was, a good mother-in-law could keep the peace and mediate the conflict.

Shelly rested her head on Eleanor's shoulder, waiting for the older woman to defend her.

Eleanor tilted her head, clicking her tongue. "Well, Shelly, you really haven't been pulling your weight around here."

"W-What?" Shelly gasped, unable to believe her ears. Her face flushed red as she jerked her head up and backed away from Eleanor.

Eleanor's expression hardened into a scowl. "Quentin is right. You are nothing like Winifred."

"The second you got pregnant, you decided to just lay in bed and do absolutely nothing. We have to go to your room just to invite you down for dinner, and when you're done, you don't even clear your own plate."

"You make Quentin give you foot rubs."

"You make him do your laundry."

"You're pregnant, not paralyzed. You act like you're completely incapable of taking care of yourself."

Softening her tone, Eleanor took Shelly's hand and began to coax her.

"You just need to adjust your attitude, sweetheart. Stop trying to compete with Winifred."

"Winifred was incredible."

"When she was pregnant with quadruplets, she was huge by her third month. But she still made breakfast, formulated herbal remedies, and went to the clinic to treat patients. She never missed a beat."

"She handled everything, inside the house and out. She made money and took perfect care of us."

"When two of the babies didn't make it, she had the procedure and went back to work just a week later."

"You can't blame Quentin for praising her. She was literally working a shift the day she went into labor. She finished seeing her patients, checked herself into the maternity ward, and delivered the babies without making a fuss or costing us a dime."