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.

think again, however, he wasn’t in the mood for games. So, he slowly set down his cutlery and turned his sharp gaze toward Ethan.

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

rose to their feet, their faces filled with

unmistakable sounds coming from the other end of the restroom —a strained voice, a sharp, frantic

the rest

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

testifying to her elegant figure now clung to her damp 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 was smeared beneath her

sorry state for the proud daughter of the

You don’t look too good" she murmured, brushing an imaginary speck

She smirked, her eyes glinting with a mischievous smile. Since Vera wants to play, she don’t mind accompanying her till the end. Besides, she is just a naïve nanny taking care

you feeling uncomfortable?" She

to steady her erratic breathing. "Don’t play pretense here?"

softly. "Me? Pretense?" She placed a

her furiously and sneered "Jessica, nobody is here.

first time she

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

one who prepared the toast to welcome

whisper. "Tell me, Vera... what exactly did you put in

spine. "So, she really know and yet -" She

Her mind was in shambles, her body betraying her. The effects were worse