A Wedding Night Gone Terribly Wrong novel Chapter 363

Shannon chimed in, "I'm so sorry, Winifred. Fabiola is my daughter-in-law, and with everything happening so fast, I couldn't exactly take sides right away. Just bear with it for now. I promise I'll give you a proper explanation."

Unable to put her complicated feelings into words, Winifred simply nodded.

Worried about her driving with an injured ankle, Shannon called for the family's private chauffeur. Just as Winifred and the kids were about to get in the car, Fabiola came running out.

She forcefully shoved all the expensive gifts Winifred had brought right into the backseat. "Take your things back. I don't want them."

Shannon couldn't hold back anymore. "Fabiola, you can't behave like this."

Fabiola glared at her mother-in-law through teary eyes. "You're so biased!" With that strange, mocking shriek, she turned and ran back inside.

Winifred forced a polite smile. "Say goodbye to Sylvia, Shannon, and everyone else. We're going home now."

Annie waved her little hand. "Bye, Sylvia. Bye, Shannon. Bye, ladies..."

Seth gave a polite bow. "Goodbye."

The car pulled away from the sprawling Lockwood Mansion, merging onto King's Parkway.

"Could you drop us off at The Apex Grand, please?" Winifred asked the driver. Since Fabiola had rudely returned the gifts, Winifred had no intention of keeping them. She would return them to the mall before heading home.

The Apex Grand was Kingsbridge's premier shopping destination, housing global luxury brands. The fine jewelry counters were on the first floor.

While Winifred handled the returns with the sales associate, the twins huddled quietly near the counter. Spooked by Fabiola's earlier screaming, Seth stood rigidly with a deep frown, while Annie clung tightly to his hand, too afraid to move. Both siblings eyed passing shoppers with intense wariness.

When Winifred finished and saw them looking so guarded, her heart ached. "How about Mommy takes you upstairs to play for a bit?"

Then, Iris's sickeningly sweet laugh rang out.

"Honey, come over here! I want to take a picture with the castle..."

"Excuse me, could you move?" a smooth, familiar male voice dropped from above.

Winifred looked up and froze. Standing right in front of her were Iris, dressed in a breathtaking white wedding gown, and Holden, looking sharp in a black tuxedo.

They were the picture-perfect couple—the handsome, devoted groom and the radiant, blushing bride, both glowing with the exact same expression of sickening bliss.

Even without the photographer pressing the shutter, the ultimate wedding portrait had already burned itself into her retinas.