Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 124: More about yourself...

~At Jessica’s Mansion~

The evening sun cast a golden glow over the horizon, painting the sky in soft hues of orange and golden. A gentle breeze whispered through the perfectly manicured lawn, carrying the faint fragrance of blooming flowers. The entire scene exuded a quiet elegance and serenity, which is in a stark contrast to the chaos and tension of their daily lives.

Davis sat in his electric wheelchair, moving it effortlessly with subtle control, while Jessica walked beside him. It was a rare moment of tranquility, away from the demands of the day, a moment of refreshing solitude —a rare moment of peace.

"This place is usually beautiful at sunset," Jessica mused aloud, her gaze sweeping over the landscape. "The gardeners make sure everything stays perfect."

Before now, she had spent most of the time here, doing her medical research as well as running her company from here and should there be any special case needing her assistance it will be arranged through the proper channel which is Richard.

Jessica took the opportunity to show Davis around, pointing out various parts of the mansion he had only briefly seen in the past few days.

Though he had been staying here out of necessity, this tour felt different—it gave him a proper introduction to the mansion. It felt strange that he had been here for days yet hadn’t truly seen its beauty.

As they walked through path , Davis reached out and took Jessica’s hand in his. His fingers traced hers gently, memorizing the shape, the warmth, the delicate softness —yet beneath that tenderness lay strength. The same strength that had carried her through everything life had thrown at her.

A thought struck him, sending a wave of emotion through his chest. His hand tightened slightly around Jessica’s, his jaw clenched slightly. "Married for a long time without a wedding ring." He mused inwardly.

She had endured so much, yet never once had she complained. No grand ceremony, no ring to symbolize their union, no acknowledgment from the world. She had taken it all in stride, silently bearing it all.

Jessica, unaware of the storm in his mind, continued talking, pointing out different features of the estate. Her voice was light, cheerful—like she was trying to make the most of this moment.

attention, and she let go of his hand to step forward, inhaling their fragrance with a soft

surrounded by nature, made Davis exhale quietly. She looked

interrupted by the sound

the pathway leading to the garden, his gaze shifting between them

asked, his voice breaking the comfortable

Davis hadn’t really explored the garden before, so I thought I’d

lingered on Davis briefly as Davis met his gaze before looking back at

did it go?" she asked, her tone eager

earlier, they had retreated to their bedroom for Davis’s

provide clear evidence of tax payments, along with a detailed

at Davis, searching his face for a reaction. His expression was cold, unreadable with a slow, knowing smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. He could only imagine Desmond’s

why should Desmond have

betrayal, loss. He had watched as his rightful place was stolen from him, as those who were supposed to be family turned their backs on him. He had endured in silence, but

he knew one thing for sure—he was done

tightening slightly. "I think that’s letting him off too easily," he murmured. Then, his smirk widened. "This time, I’ll be the

therapy has only been going on for a week, and we still expect

step up and take the responsibilities that rightfully belonged to him, but she didn’t want to take any risks. No matter what happened, Desmond should remain in that position for now—if only to treat it as

the wheelchair and gently pushed him toward a nearby garden, with Richard following close behind. After settling him down, she pulled out her phone and played

scheduled to operate on the Dante family’s son tomorrow," he reported, paying