Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 38: Has this happened before?

After ending the call, Davis felt conflicted about his sudden decision, even though Jessica had insisted he accept the invitation.

It was clear that they never wanted him, they never regarded him as a member of the family. It was as though, he had been removed from the family tree. Nobody cared if he survived—he wouldn’t doubt it if they planned to drug him to death.

After the betrayal he had decided and ensured to limit his contact with his family. He stared at the phone in his hand, debating whether to call his grandfather back and change his plans. But as his gaze shifted to the shut door of the walk-in closet, he hesitated.

"I think she should have the opportunity to meet them, and the family reunion dinner is the only time they’ll all be present," he mused.

He had once believed his family could stand together in unity, facing challenges side by side. But his accident had stripped away that illusion, revealing the harsh reality. It seemed he had been the only one blind all along. He closed his momentarily to shut off the thoughts that were struggling to spring forth but —the moment Davis closed his eyes, the memories surged back like a violent tide, dragging him into the depths of despair.

The sterile scent of the hospital. The blank canvas that greeted his sight the moment he woke up. The dull ache that spread through his body as he stirred from unconsciousness, the eerily silence that welcomed him back to life proved it all—there is no warmth, no love or care, no familial tie.

Then the bitter truth, the news that he wouldn’t want to revisit. The disappointment from his bride to be, the loss of his leg as the doctor’s voice echoed, the betrayal meted out to him by the people close and dear. The news echoing in his subconscious they have taken away everything....

The pain was enormous and suffocating. His felt his chest tightened, his fingers clenched into fists. He found himself plummeting into an endless abyss, the cold seeping into his bones—His lonely, all lonely in this situation.

...to crown it all his life major decision that has to be his sole responsibility to decide was dictated, a bride he never knew.

against. He struggled to be free, to feel alive, to feel the need to be wanted...but then betrayal, loss

the present. But even as he sat there, gripping the

comfortable blue jeans. She completed the look with a pair black sneakers, a

A light makeup so subtle that it

hem of her shirt "I’m ready", she said and turned to Davis and her breathe hitched at the sight before her.

and falling in an uneven gasps. A deep frown creased his forehead as he clutched

reached a conclusion "He’s having an episode." She muttered as she rushed toward him. "Davis?" she

at me,"

up, okay". She kept on talking to him gently with a firm tone. Her hand over his as she continued to massage the

followed her instructions. Gradually his breathe evened out, his grip loosened, his shoulders sagging as he tried to match her breathing and after while his tensed body relaxed and

held onto him, making sure he is stabilized before she let

hoarse. Jessica promptly handed him a glass of water. He drank a little, purposely to moisten his

asked trying to assess his situation to plan ahead for his treatment. Davis nodded lightly, he couldn’t remember how many times he had experienced this ordeal and each time is as painful as the other. He

looked at her briefly "You look beautiful", he chimed. Jessica looked over at her simple outfit. "Thank you, are

lightly "Well, anyone

we have. I have an appointment to

decision last night but seeing her talking about her appointment he felt hesitant to tell her or ask her opinion but his inkling believes that she