A Wedding Night Gone Terribly Wrong novel Chapter 292

It felt like waking up from a fractured, exhausting dream.

When Quinn opened her eyes, everything around her had changed. The ceiling above her featured a gorgeous, custom chandelier shaped like a butterfly, its glass wings glowing in soft shades of azure and pale yellow.

This wasn't her usual room. Huxley's aesthetic was strictly monochrome; their old bedroom had been entirely black and white.

She glanced around. A pristine white porcelain vase rested on the nightstand, holding a fresh bouquet of pink baby's breath that filled the room with a sweet, delicate fragrance. She was tucked under a luxurious champagne-colored down comforter, the edges intricately embroidered.

Surrounded by the warm, romantic hues and soft fabrics, she felt as if she had been reborn into an entirely new world.

The door eased open.

Winifred walked in with a bright smile, carrying a breakfast tray. Behind her trailed a line of little shadows.

"Good morning, Quinn! We came to see you!" Annelise skipped into the room, proudly holding up a piece of cabbage. Following right on her heels were a tiny yellow duckling and a little white goose, both waddling eagerly after the leafy green.

"Oh, they're so cute. Are they yours, Annie?" Quinn propped herself up on her elbows.

Winifred quickly set the tray on the empty nightstand and hurried over to help her sit up comfortably. Once Quinn was settled, she handed her a glass of water.

"Seth and I take care of them! And we have a puppy too. His name is Star, and he wants to say hi!"

Right on cue, Seth walked in carrying a small woven basket. "Good morning!" he chirped, lifting the basket slightly. A little puppy with a dark snout and floppy ears peeked out nervously.

"Star is too scared to climb the stairs, so Celeste let me carry him in the basket."

Annelise leaned over to comfort the dog, gently patting his head. "Don't be scared. That's just Quinn. She's kind."

Quinn burst into a soft laugh.

Winifred handed her a beautifully prepared artisanal breakfast bowl—a perfectly poached egg resting in warm, rose-infused syrup. It was meant to soothe the stomach and lift the spirits.

It was cooked to perfection. "This is delicious," Quinn said after taking a bite. "Did you make this?"

"It’s not like that. We had a massive fight before we left. He said he wasn't going to shamelessly beg for my attention anymore. He’s given up too."

Quinn sighed. What a shame.

Everyone in Kingsbridge knew the Lockwoods were fiercely loyal and incredibly principled. The women who married into that family were universally happy. Leland was a man you could depend on.

Unlike Huxley.

Huxley was the youngest of the Sheldon family. With his father gone, his oldest brother ran the corporate empire, and the second brother managed the rest. Huxley lived completely on his own, running his gaming company, doing whatever he pleased, and actively avoiding high-society events. His family basically let him run wild.

No one had ever taught Huxley how to be a partner or a father. He was a wild horse, doing exactly what he wanted, whenever he wanted.

The door opened again, and Celeste walked in holding four tiny blue masks.

"Good morning, Celeste!" Quinn greeted her warmly.