Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 86: Just wait, Jessy...

"Can you not leave me?"He asked gazing into her eyes. His heart hammering with fear of her answer —rejection, disappointment, divorce or whatever.

He was the one that drafted their contract —recalling its content of divorce made him regret drawing it up in the first place.

He wished he could revoke it. But then who wants to spend an eternity with a crippled man?

Though, she is planning a therapy for him but what happens when she didn’t want to continue? What happens if she meets a man she falls in love with, when I am just a burden...?

Jessica silently and gently tucked the blanket around him as though in contemplation. Unaware of the series of questions and thoughts going on in Davis head as her silence was ominous to his racing thought.

"I know you might have felt a bit too tired, but can you not leave me or refuse me? I will try to be a better version of myself—one that you did be proud of.

He felt anxious, he is not talking about now or later? He didn’t want to imagine how his life will end up if the only light in his heart goes off.

Slowly, she looked down at him, her heart tightening lightly. His usual stoic expression was nowhere to be found—only vulnerability remained. His deep, swirling eyes held fear, concern, dependence, and hope all in one gaze.

She swallowed. "Davis, I’m not going anywhere you know," she murmured, brushing her fingers lightly over his hand.

"Jessica?," he whispered, his grip tightening slightly.

Jessica sighed, as she settled down beside him. A faint smile tugging her lips as silently recalled the past.

know my father had mercilessly tossed me into this

thrown me into a life of misery by giving

she squeezed his hand before he

she continued, her lips curving into a soft smile. "Staying with you these past few months has been nothing like what I imagined." She said falling into

you want to turn the tides, turn the stories, turn the expectations of the people plotting your misery—a case where you have to make the decision of having your

eyes widened slightly, and his breath

so much more than what

just on a reason—you turned away first because I am not the

fingers through hers.

that decision so early because you need to think it through." She

to understand what he wants. Why promise when he is not yet sure

unconsciously "I don’t promise easily but

lowest point of his life by a woman and yet another woman pulled him from the brink of death. If he couldn’t fall in love with the woman, who can? But then he has

matter what you find out, or what people try to make you believe... please can you not

the intensity of his words and his request of her promise. She knew there was something deeper behind them, something unsaid.

"I promise," she whispered.

his eyes for a brief moment, as if sealing the moment into his heart. When

if you ever