Five Lost Angels: My Husband's Fatal Deception novel Chapter 200

Holy cow!

Bright’s mom didn’t sugarcoat her disapproval for me. Her changed behavior for her son was a bit relaxing as she said,

“I know my son, he will never let us down. It’s all because of Laura. She is the reason for this issue.”

She used some mean words for me, exhausting Bright’s patience. He protested, “Why is it Laura’s fault, mom?

Is she a bad woman because she didn’t accept your money or got back with her ex as you said to me? At least, she doesn’t lie about significant matters like you.”

“You are calling me a liar?” Mrs. Wilson’s shocked squeal resonated in the room. “Is that what she is trying to do? Creating a rift between a mother and her son?

How can you love a woman who has zero respect for us?”

In a short period, the living room became a battleground, erupting chaos in a peaceful environment. Bright’s parents left angrily, putting a damper on my soul. My dreams of solving all the problems in one setting were crushed after the meeting’s brawl.

I came out of the room to comfort Bright as he held his head and sat down helplessly.

“I thought that it was all over. But mom …”

He was also expecting to end the fight; however, the situation wasn’t in our favor. I placed my hand on his shoulder and spoke softly,

“You are forgetting your achievement today due to this trivial setback. Isn’t it great that you are no longer engaged to Sienna?

You were able to persuade Mr. and Mrs. Lockwood for a smooth break-up. I think it’s pretty cool.”

Bright’s visibly taut were soothed by the reminder of his historical success. So, I proceeded to encourage him.

“You have tested the waters today. Now, it will be convenient for you to move on to the next part of the plan. Rome wasn’t built in one day, so don’t lose hope and focus on good things.”

He breathed in deeply and rested his head on my shoulder, “Thanks for sticking by my side, Laura. I don’t know what to do without you.”

“Oh, really?” I caressed his cheek and pinched it playfully, “Who was the one speaking bravely in front of his parents just now? It takes guts to stand up for what you truly believe, Bright.”

Bright laughed, relieving my worry, I asked him to be careful in the future.

“See, your mom is hesitant to accept me because of my past. Can you please talk to her one more time about our marriage? If you try to be transparent with her, I am certain that she will agree for our relationship.”

…

Bright wasn’t keen on meeting his mom again, but I talked him into it. He promised to bring up this topic soon. One other strange thing happened in the following days that Mrs. Wilson started paying attention to her son like before. Her daily messages about his routine and health were like a new sunrise after a long, dark night.

“Their teacher has given them a task of preparing their family tree with the pictures of happy moments since birth. So, Jane and Zoe have gathered all the supplies before your arrival.”

Bright was pleasantly surprised to hear about this project. He removed his coat and sat down with kids to arrange their family books. Unlike Zoe, Jane had one album each for her every year, I had meticulously recorded every moment of her life to cherish her memories.

Leo, who claimed to be the best father in the world, disregarded our son’s precious moments. It was fortunate that Zoe’s album had his birthday pics for the assignment. Otherwise, it would be so embarrassing for him to paste the recent pictures with me in his book.

“Mommy, is he our grandpa?” Jane glanced at my dad’s picture and questioned; her curiosity was justified as she had never met him before. Suppressing the ache in my chest, I smiled forcibly in response.

“Yes, my little girl. He is your grandpa. He is an influential businessman.”

As I knew that her next query would be about meeting him, I made an excuse,

“He mostly lives abroad for work. It’s difficult for him to spare time for others.”

“Just like dad.” Zoe sighed, pitifully complaining about Leo, “Dad missed my third birthday party despite living in the same house. He wished me next day.”

My prince’s gloomy tone cut through my heart; I stroked his head lovingly.

“No worries, Zoe. We’ll arrange a grand birthday party for you this year. There’ll be a lot of gifts for you.”