Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 7

Chapter 7: 7 The world won't wait for you

~Davis Mansion~

It's been a few weeks since Davis return to the mansion but the ones peaceful and happy home had transformed into a home of fear where everyone had to thread cautiously. In the kitchen, a group of maids huddled together, their whispers filled with unease. Their faces apprehensive with anxiety etched into their expressions, as they spoke in hushed tones about the unpredictable temper of their boss that could flare into violence in an instant.

"Did you see him today? He threw a glass at the wall when the gardener asked about the new flowers," one said, her voice trembling.

"He's terrifying," another whispered. "I heard he shouted at Henry again this morning."

"He wasn't like this before the accident," the cook said softly, glancing toward the study. "He's hurting."

"That doesn't mean we're not," the first maid muttered.

"He should at least consider that his situation isn't our making", another chimed.

Ethan standing at the door was furious "Are you ready to leave?", he asked with his tone icy. The maids were startled and quietly bowed their heads in submission. "We are sorry sir", they echoed.

Ethan issued a stern before he turned on his heel towards the study —Davis sanctuary since his return.

It's been weeks since Davis returned to this home but he has become an unrecognizable man from who he had once been. He had transformed into someone irritable and bitter. His frustrations boiled all over erupting unpredictably as it creates a tense atmosphere that seeped into every corner of the house.

Despite the exquisite furnishings and serene environment, the house now feels more depressing than ever. Every member of the house avoids Davis as plague while they ensure to work with little or no noise to attract his attention and avoid his fury and will occasionally gather in the kitchen to talk about the day.

Even Henry, his butler had learnt to avoid situations that will implicate him further and will always go through Ethan who is more of their saviour to pass across information or request for instructions.

Davis sat in his study, an empty glass on the desk in front of him as he gaze into the blank void oblivious of his surroundings.

missed a call from Elder Allen. He wants

care what he wants!" Davis snapped, his voice sharp enough that Henry, who stood in the

him, Davis. You still

Look around, Ethan. I'm a cripple sitting in a house that feels more like a tomb than

who had come to serve his meal cleared his throat from the doorway. "Sir,

Davis barked, slamming his hand down on the desk. "All of you, just leave me

a moment, glancing at Ethan, who nodded subtly. The butler stepped back

leaned against the wall. "You don't scare me, you know. You can shout, throw things, and lock yourself in this mansion but don't

expression softened briefly, revealing the exhaustion behind his anger. "Why

lightly, his gaze unwavering. "Because you're my friend. And unlike the others, I don't turn my back on

bitter laugh, shaking his head. "Friend? That's generous. I'm

maybe it's time you stopped wallowing and start fighting

When there's nothing left

and in a steady voice "Then find something. Because this," he

each other for a long moment, the tension thick. Davis finally

nothing to fall back on. The only thing which might have given him a choice to fight back was his fiancee

silence, his voice sharp with frustration. Desmond, Aaron... all of them. You're handing everything over without even putting

he is staring at. "It's not handing over when everything is already

ignore it. Severally he had tried to make him see reasons but he is stuck in the past. "You were Davis Allen, the man people feared and respected. Now you're—" He hesitated, biting back the words,

"Go ahead. Say it. I'm nothing. A cripple.

his anger glowing "You're acting like nothing because you've convinced yourself you've lost. But you haven't. Desmond may think he's won, but he hasn't buried

dull and lifeless. "You don't get it, Ethan. Do you know how humiliating it is to be written out of

I know that sitting here wallowing in self-pity won't rewrite that story. You're giving them

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