A Wedding Night Gone Terribly Wrong novel Chapter 371

Leland Lockwood couldn't cook for himself, but otherwise, he was fully self-sufficient. Before leaving, he made a point to seek out Declan Sutton.

Declan patted his chest with absolute confidence. "Don't you worry. Leave your soon-to-be wife and kids to me. By the time you get back, I guarantee they’ll have each gained five pounds."

Leland clapped a hand on the man's broad shoulder. "I appreciate this."

"Don't mention it. I've got nothing but free time," Declan chuckled. "Quinn leaves for work at eight and doesn't get back until six. The hours between are agonizingly long when I'm just sitting here missing her." Having the privilege of looking after Seth and Annelise suddenly brought color back to his days.

Leland's expression turned serious. "Winifred has been through hell and back. She wears a strong armor, but she walks on eggshells. While I'm gone, no matter what happens, you have to believe in her unconditionally. Stand by her side and help her however you can."

"I know, I know." Declan shrugged off his friend's hand. "She's my woman's absolute best friend. Even if you didn't ask, Quinn would hold a knife to my throat to make sure I helped."

Reassured, Leland departed for his business trip to Germany as planned.

Life for Winifred Shultz fell into a steady, comforting rhythm. She woke up early to take care of the family, and after they finished breakfast, she washed the dishes and prepped a hearty winter stew, leaving it to simmer so Celeste and the kids could grab a warm bowl whenever they felt hungry. At noon, she had lunch with Quinn in the research lab. In the evenings, Declan's housekeeper would prepare dinner and wheel it over on a cart so the two households could eat together.

After the meals were cleared away, the families would gather in the living room. Seth and Annelise's newly adopted puppy, Star, would perform handshakes, making its rounds from left to right, soaking up everyone's affection. The sound of human laughter and the little dog's happy barks intertwined, keeping the bitter winter chill firmly outside their doors.

On the other side of the city, Iris Morgan lay sprawled on her bed, scrolling through her phone in misery. Her career in the entertainment industry felt like it was on an indefinite hiatus. Even though the storm had passed and the negative press had died down, no production teams were reaching out, and no brands were offering sponsorships. It was as if she had been entirely discarded.

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