Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 97: Friends from the past

"Davis, I’m okay. You don’t have to blame yourself." Her voice was steady, reassuring. Davis inhaled deeply, his expression dense. "You shouldn’t have done that alone."

Jessica’s smile softened. "I wasn’t alone. I had you with me, even if not physically. Aren’t we chatting through the ear piece?"

His throat tightened at the question, he sighed. He can never win against her.

With meticulous care he quickly poured her a glass of water which she took a quick sip from moisturing her parched throat.

While they chatted about the incident, a knock came at the door, breaking the moment. Davis didn’t let go of her hand, and Jessica didn’t pull hers away either.

Their fingers remained intertwined, the warmth between them speaking louder than any words at that moment.

Richard entered the room, and a knowing smile plastered his lips as he took in the sight of Jessica and Davis intertwined hands.

Jessica coughed lightly, shifting in slight embarrassment, but she knew there was no avoiding this.

Richard had always been the one managing things in her absence especially since she got married to Davis. He has been the one taking orders on her behalf after consultation while she will do her best to make them ready for delivery.

Also, her itinerary has been cleared off during this time with the reason she is on leave. After ensuring she was safely brought back last night, he had left to handle other pressing matters. And had returned few minutes ago.

"Richard, I think it’s time for you to officially meet my husband, though I planned you pay a visit but it’s unfortunate.. So I owe you one" Jessica announced, glancing between the two men.

Both Davis and Richard turned their full attention to her as she spoke, neither having yet taken a proper look at the other.

"Davis, I’ve been through a lot, and in that journey, I made some incredible friends—both male and female. Richard is one of them, my closest male best friend." She turned to Richard with a small smile. "And Richie, meet my husband, Davis Allen."

a handshake, their gazes finally met—and the air froze as

both exclaimed at the same

bewilderment. Before she could even demand an explanation, something even more shocking happened—their hands clasped into each

would have embraced him but then he couldn’t because

as what was supposed to be a simple introduction turned into

it, Richard patted Davis back lightly, their reactions filled with emotions

on the pillow for comfort. Giving them

expecting a polite greeting, maybe a little small talk, but this? Someone mind

pulled away first, his expression shifting from

him in a wheelchair. A deep sharp breath escaped his lips him

the change in his demeanor.

his expression, eyes filled with something akin to disbelief. "Jessy, don’t

do you mean? Off course, I

wrong." Richard shook his head. His throat bobbed as he swallowed hard. Can you

of his words sank in. Fifteen years ago, was a story none of them would want to

mind reeled, struggling to grasp the

is one person that had been lost since

of their marriage, Jessica had

playing tricks on her. But as the day goes by, she began to relax

now, she was able to merge the blurry face of the teenager in her memory to the the man

looked for him and above all had

any other—a clear sky with the moon shining brightly, casting a serene glow over the world. While others reveled in the night’s eerie calmness, three children wandered through the darkness, burdened

Jessica, it was a night she became an abandoned and unloved daughter of the Brown family diplomatically sent on an exile. Her mother

seized. Then she was too young, too powerless to fight back, leaving her abandoned in a world that