Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 93: Stay safe

With the three bikers down and out, Ethan sighed in relief "thank God, it ended just this way" he mused. He adjusted his mood as he steadied the car but Jessica voice tore through his thought disrupting his plan.

"Ethan there is truck coming head on, there are staging another accident, quickly turn around to the direction you are coming from and accelerate your speed. After 20 kilometers pack the car".

Ethan barely had time to process Jessica’s command before he caught sight of the massive truck barreling toward them at a full speed with its headlights beaming like the eyes of a predator.

Ethan’s hand instinctively tightened on the steering wheel as his pulse raced.

"Damn! They’re not backing down at all!" he cursed under his breath, swiftly spinning the wheel to make a sharp U-turn.

The tires screeched against the asphalt, the car jerking violently as he struggled to regain control.

Davis froze at the sound as it all came crawling back —The blaring horn, the screeching tires, the world flipping over. The excruciating pain. His body tensed as the vivid memories clawed at his mind, dragging him back to the accident that had cost him everything.

His breath turning into a shallow, panic seeping into his veins like poison.

"No... No..." he muttered, barely audible.

Jessica snapped her gaze to him. She recognized the signs instantly—his trembling fingers, the distant, unfocused look in his eyes, the rapid rise and fall of his chest. He was reliving it.

"Davis, look at me," she urged, grabbing his hand. When he didn’t respond, she squeezed it tightly, forcing him back to reality. "Breathe with me. In... out. Focus on me."

Davis’ jaw clenched, his knuckles turning white instantly. The ringing in his ears refused to fade. Jessica leaned closer, her voice firm but soothing as she continuously talked to him breaking through his illusion.

The weight of her words anchored him, dragging him out of the darkness. His breathing, though still erratic, slowed slightly. His grip on her hand tightened, as if drawing strength from her presence.

it, eyes still on Davis. Seeing

situation?" came the urgent voice of her

are bent on staging

be there in ten

long. We don’t have ten minutes," she snapped.

"Yes, boss."

The call ended.

one hand holding on to Davis, she dialed out "Red, cover up in

her gaze sharp. "Keep driving for twenty kilometers, then

nodded, swallowing hard.

tension in his shoulders remained. She lifted

eyes was still there, but it was no longer

rarely had episodes these days but this is triggered and

reassuring smile before turning her attention back to the

the time, they drove over the next twenty kilometers, the shadow guards Jessica arranged for Davis had arrived and are already waiting for them

dropping me off why Davis shadow guard takes both of you to

"You don’t look at me like that, we dont have all the time to talk. Ask me when we are

—daggers, her blades, rope, sling

the front viewing her from the

bag. One look at it is like handbag and it might look like a purse but then

wondered if she is a Mafia but Ethan screamed inwardly "I never knew

set?" She asked

as he nodded lightly, steadying