Five Lost Angels: My Husband's Fatal Deception novel Chapter 201

Like an innocent child, Zoe forgot about the painful past right after the mention of the party and gifts. Bright helped him out to create a beautiful project with limited pictures, ending the play date on a good note.

He was scrolling his phone when I gave him a mug of coffee after dinner. His voice was laced with memories as he said,

“Now I have realized how lucky I was as a child, Laura. Although my parents were always busy, mom was present at my every special occasion. She never let me feel alone.”

He showed me his childhood pictures, sharing the tender moments of maternal love. The affection etched on Mrs. Wilson’s face popped up a brilliant idea in my mind.

“Bright, why don’t you prepare a surprise for your mom to thank her for her continuous love and support? She will definitely appreciate the acknowledgement of her devotion.”

Bright’s eyes lit up to hear my proposal. He praised me, “You are a genius, Laura. I haven’t thanked her ever, so this considerate gesture will soften her heart for me. She will approve of our relationship, too.”

He kissed my cheek and spoke excitedly, “Emotional blackmailing is such a practical idea. Why didn’t I think of it before?”

“Bright!” I feigned anger and glared at him, “Showing gratitude for our parent’s affection should be from the heart, not a business tactic. Family is above all.”

He listened to my lecture silently and hugged me in the end, his warm tone calmed my soul.

“You are a wonderful lady, Laura. I am sure that mom will love to have you as her daughter-in-law.”

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According to our plan, I spent the next day in Bright’s mansion, supervising the arrangements for the party. I ensured that everything should be fitting for our distinctive guest.

Bright printed out his childhood pics and framed them. We hung them on walls to create an air of nostalgia. Lights, candles, cake, and pink-themed decorations were top-notch. My heart was jumping in my chest when it was finally the time to see Mrs. Wilson’s reaction.

In the evening, Bright brought his mom to his mansion, wrapping a blindfold around her eyes. She was warning him nonstop,

“Bright, it’s better to be not a joke. I am not free for your childish tricks.”

Wiping her tears, she accepted his gift and nodded, “You are my darling son, Bright. I never regret ruining my clothes for you. It’s so touching that you still remember those details about me.”

After surprising her with the intimate party, Bright served the dinner I cooked, currying favor with his mom. She immediately recognized that an outsider had prepared her meal.

“Bright, have you fired the chef? Don’t you like his dishes?”

Bright delayed the answer to this query until finishing their dinner and then, he dropped the bomb.

“Mom, Laura cooked this for us.”

Mrs. Wilson’s expressions stiffened as soon as she heard my name. My breath hitched in my throat as she questioned sharply.

“Was this her idea to bribe me with gifts and a gratitude speech, Bright?