A Wedding Night Gone Terribly Wrong novel Chapter 342

Just then, Jordyn grabbed her little pants. "I need to pee."

Vivian quickly stood up, holding her arm. "Mommy will take you."

The moment she turned her back, Beatrice’s face darkened. "Useless trash..."

Holden glanced at Vivian’s retreating figure and narrowed his eyes.

"Mrs. Morgan, keep it down."

Instead, Beatrice raised her voice.

"Valery, whose real name is Vivian Ward, used to run to our house every few days when she was dating my son. She claimed her dad was some high-ranking General, and her uncles ran massive military supply companies. She acted like she came from the ultimate elite family."

"We actually thought we struck gold."

"We treated her like our own daughter, spoiled her, protected her, and rushed to get them legally married."

"And the result?"

It was a total scam. Even now, Beatrice’s face flushed with anger just talking about it.

"Right after they signed the marriage license, she finally told us she had cut ties with her General father!"

She scoffed bitterly.

"She was completely useless. From the day she moved in, she just sat around eating and enjoying luxury."

"And she was insanely jealous! If Owen didn't come home for one night, she’d blow up his phone and stalk his friends. If he even breathed near another woman, she’d throw a hysterical fit about him cheating."

Owen chimed in, "If she wants Hugo, let her have him. Use it to get Iris out. The holding cell is awful, Iris is going to suffer."

Lyndon slammed his hand down. "Absolutely not!"

Hugo was the Morgan family's first grandson.

Owen’s older brother had a good marriage, but his wife had popped out three girls in a row. Not a single boy.

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