Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 129: Decision...

In another room...

Jessica slid on a pair of clean gloves. In front of her, she had three glass cups, some cotton swabs, and three small clear transparent pouches. Inside each pouch were strands of hair—some long, some short, and some grey.

She worked slowly and carefully, just like a professional. She picked up the first glass cup, swabbed it gently to collect anything left behind, and sealed the sample. Then she did the same for the second and third cups. Once done, she turned her attention to the hair strands. Each type was easy to tell apart—Bella’s hair was long and brown, Davis’s was short and dark, and Elliot’s hair was grey and thick.

Jessica had always felt the girl in the picture had an uncanny resemblance to her best friend Bella whom she had met by coincidence and had since shared everything with.

Not having a recollection of her past memory, Jessica had let her bury the past and start a new life. It was funny that on the day of her name she had asked her name to choose a name for herself and she subconsciously said Bella but that was all

And for the past decade, she has been with her but meeting Davis who had mentioned his sister’s name as Bella and with their similarities Jessica had been suspicious.

But then, her worry and suspicion increased with Elliot’s visit. Looking at Davis and Elliot, It was as though they were cut out of the same mold.

Earlier that evening, while they were all having dinner together, Jessica’s sharp eyes caught something strange. It wasn’t something loud or obvious—it was subtle, but she couldn’t ignore it with the rising suspicion.

Elliot were different in age and background, they all seemed to enjoy the same dish. Not just that—they reacted the same way to most things on the menu.

just a simple coincidence. Something deeper was going on.

conversation, Jessica whispered to one of the maids. She told her not to wash the cups. Instead, she wanted

While Bella sang joyfully and

a labeled pouch, she thought back over the past months, years and week. She had been watching closely. All three of them—Bella, Davis, and Elliot—had

far was their opinion on strawberries. Bella loved them—she would eat anything with strawberries. But both Davis and Elliot seemed to dislike them and avoided them completely. That small detail made

mind all through the time the dined "Could they be related? Why the similarities? Why the

were. Their preferences, their way of speaking, even

she had taken the lead in suggesting they go to the karaoke room—it gave her the perfect opportunity to gather the samples without raising suspicion. Now, with physical evidence in hand, she

send them to her lab tonight but with Davis clingy habit she had to wait till morning. She would have delegated Richard with the task but this she needed to handle carefully and

the window. The moonlight poured gently

hurt. Whatever she found from the test, she had to be ready. And she

raced with questions and assumptions. "What if Davis was connected to Elliot? What will

~At Karaoke room~