Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 49: Catching up on memories...

The door handle twisted, and in the next moment, Jessica stepped inside, her expression neutral yet piercing. Slowly, she shut the door behind her with a quiet click, trapping Vera within the small space.

"What... do you.... want?" Vera asked with cold face. She hates It is no surprise she has come here to mock her.

~In the dinning room~

It has been quite some time since Vera left the table without returning and Jessica followed suit yet isn’t returning. A strange silence fell over the remaining family members.

Though the meal continued, there was an undeniable shift in the atmosphere as everyone had the feeling of something going amiss which is never an unusual encounter but the problem is the parties involved -one is Davis legal wife and the other his ex.

The second branch of the family exchanged suspicious glances, Aaron lost interest in the meal and began fiddling with his phone. Davis, who had watched Jessica leave in search of Vera, tapped his fingers lightly on the table, his expression cold and tense.

Ethan noted the subtle tension and restlessness in his composure which he had masked well before the family members. "Something is wrong." He mused.

A few minutes passed, and still, neither Jessica nor Vera returned.

Desmond leaned back in his chair, swirling his wine. "Aaron, shouldn’t you be checking on your wife and sister-in-law? They’re taking an awfully long time." His voice was casual, but his eyes gleamed with sheer curiosity. The feeling of something cooking in the pot kept him standing on his toes.

Aaron chuckled, forcing a nonchalant tone. "Perhaps, they are catching up on some memories. Don’t you think so, Davis?" He glance at him with a smirk.

Davis raised his brow at his challenge. He might not have known Jessica for a long time but she isn’t one to back down easily. "I think you are right, they are catching up but I wonder what is they are talking about", he smirked.

mood for games. So, he slowly set

move, Elder Allen’s fork clattered against his plate, his voice laced with concern. "Let’s not waste time speculating. We should all

their feet, their

members moved toward the hallway, guided by faint but unmistakable sounds coming from the other end of the restroom —a strained

the

knelt before Vera, Ignoring her cold glare. She tilted her head slightly as she took in Vera’s disheveled state - her

sweaty skin, her styled hair now has several lose strands of hair sticking to her forehead with her makeup smudged beyond retouch as her mascara

sorry state for

good" she murmured, brushing an imaginary speck off her

her hand on her forehead and felt her temperature "Strange? You were fine just a moment ago." She smirked, her eyes glinting with a mischievous smile. Since Vera wants to play, she don’t mind accompanying her till the

are you feeling

her erratic breathing. "Don’t play pretense

chuckled softly. "Me? Pretense?" She placed a hand over

her furiously and sneered "Jessica, nobody is here. You know why

time she is seeing

Jessica standing tall without any hurt while she is writhing here in pain. Yet, she is playing the innocent card. "Jessica do you want to

tell me. You were the one who prepared the toast to welcome me.

leaned in, her voice dropping to almost a whisper. "Tell me, Vera...

Vera’s spine. "So,

was dulling her ability to think clearly. Her mind was in shambles, her body betraying her. The effects were worse