Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 102: Change of Plans

"Take a close look at this," Jessica smirked, sliding the file across the table toward Davis. "I believe it will clear your doubts and answer your questions about the events going on in the Allen Group—things you need to know."

Richard leaned back in his chair, his lips curling in amusement, while Jessica toyed with her phone absentmindedly. Her fingers traced invisible patterns on the screen, but her mind was elsewhere. Thoughts swirled like a vortex, relentless and consuming.

Davis stared at the file in front of him, his chest tightening. He hesitated before picking it up, feeling as though he was holding a hot potato. His grip on the folder was firm, but his hands were slightly clammy. A deep sigh escaped his lips as he lifted his gaze to meet Jessica’s.

"Can you give me a brief rundown of its content?" he asked, his voice calm yet laced with trepidation.

Jessica’s smirk widened, her eyes gleaming with unspoken knowledge. "No, you can carefully study it in your own time," she snickered.

It wasn’t that she couldn’t summarize it for him, but he needed to read and process the information on his own. He needed to face the truth, analyze the situation meticulously, and decide his course of action.

She wasn’t just handing him a file—she was pushing him toward responsibility. Davis had spent too long avoiding the weight of his name, allowing others to dictate his fate.

It was time he reclaimed his place. She wanted him to be the Davis Allen everyone once respected, the man whose story would be a lesson for generations to come.

Before he could probe further, Jessica smoothly changed the subject. "Now, about the attack," she said, shifting forward. Her fingers tapped lightly against the wooden surface of the table, a steady rhythm as she calculated her next words.

"I instructed Richard to dump the car in an unknown area—somewhere it can eventually be traced," she explained lightly.

Davis’s brows furrowed, his gaze unwavering. "And then?" he pressed.

Jessica met his stare head-on, her expression unreadable. "Well, it’s simple. Your family will discover the vehicle—battered and destroyed. Then, they’ll declare you missing. From there, we move to the next phase."

"Missing?" His voice held disbelief, the weight

give

he processed the implications. Of all the possible outcomes, this wasn’t one he had anticipated. He never thought he would be

his head. Jessica

of plans?" he asked, his voice steady despite

you dead," she said, her tone darkening. "But if they believe you’re gone, they’ll

really think that’s possible?" he asked, trying to understand how she could be so

This

impatient. Why not give them what they wanted on a silver platter? Why not let them think they

about this?" A part of him wanted to argue, but he had already decided—this

drowning in self-pity, guilt, and depression, disappearing

more aggressive. If they think

silent, contemplating her

thought crossed his mind—one he had dismissed earlier due to the urgency of finding

said suddenly. His tone was curious but

always been with you—ever

So, she had thought everything through, even

that whatever lay within its pages wasn’t child’s play. Slowly, he opened it and started skimming through. His

he finally said, his voice resolute. "I’ll go through it and let

leaned back, satisfied with