Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 133: Fear...

Jessica felt her emotions crashing down the moment Davis asked that question. It was as if a dam inside her had cracked, and all the pain she had pushed away for years began to leak out.

A heavy lump formed in her throat. She wanted to cry, to scream, to let it all out and beg him not to love her—not now, not like this. But how could she say those words? How could she ask him to stop giving her the one thing she had longed for—care, affection, and love?

Though crippled, Davis was perfect in every way that mattered. Though bound to a wheelchair, he was whole in all the places that counted. He had been nothing but gentle and kind to her.

But it wasn’t part of the plan. It was never supposed to happen like this. She had made peace with letting him go when he found his true love—a wife meant for him.

"Babe," his voice came through the phone again, sharper this time, laced with a frustration that made her heart squeeze, "Can you tell me what the fuck happened in the few minutes you just left home?"

Jessica felt herself collapse "How could she tell him? How could she say that she was scared, scared of how deeply she was starting to care, of how easily his love was breaking through her defenses?

How could she explain the fear that gripped her when she thought about ending up like her mother—betrayed, unloved, and eventually destroyed?

She couldn’t. She wouldn’t. He must never see that side of her. Her pain, her sorrow, her broken pieces they needed to remain hidden. "He shouldn’t know my weakness. He shouldn’t see the broken parts I hide behind a strong face." She chided herself.

She had to be perfect. The perfect lady. The composed woman he believed she was. But then... why was her heart trembling so much? Why did it feel like every wall she built was slowly crumbling because of him?

Now she cried more easily, flinched at the smallest thing, grew anxious over a word or a glance. Her heart responded to emotions like it never had before.

All because of him.

"I’m okay," she whispered, barely able to get the words out. It was a lie, but it was all she could manage to say.

There was silence on the line for a beat before his voice came again, firm and commanding. "Give the phone to the driver."

Jessica’s eyes widened. "The driver?" she echoed, her voice shaking. Panic surged through her. Why would he want to speak to the driver? This wasn’t good.

But Davis didn’t wait. He repeated the instruction, his tone sharper, firmer. There was no room for negotiation and she can’t object.

Jessica’s hands trembled as she handed the phone to the driver without a word. She lowered her eyes, bracing herself for whatever comes next.

The driver looked at her with slight confusion, then took the phone and answered respectfully.

didn’t waste time. He went straight to the point, asking if anything had happened on the drive to the hospital. The driver, a

for years, he will be a fool not to know such a little thing but he dare not say anything or interfere but with her

Jessica could barely meet the driver’s eyes. She rubbed her forehead, feeling

back layers she wasn’t ready to expose.Her heart whispered one undeniable truth—Davis wasn’t just

He obeyed

her fingers trembled as she held the phone. She barely managed to bring

hesitant but warm laced with worry, longing, and care... they tugged at

And that was it.

hard to suppress came rushing out, soaking her cheeks, she gasped quietly, unable to breathe

of the call, could hear everything. He said nothing at first. But his heart tightened, his grip on the phone harder turning his knuckles white. His other

hearing her like

voice was careful, trying not to

in her throat was too painful to swallow. Her voice was

breath. And then—beep.

~Jessica’s mansion~

no time. He called Richard without delay. "Put every surgery she has this morning on hold. Two

going on? Is she okay?" His voice

She can’t go into surgery like

a moment, then said something Davis wasn’t expecting. "Actually... your shadow guard driver. Jessica assigned her best security staff

him? He didn’t respond. Instead, he ended the

me to her hospital," Davis ordered.

hour," the man

into the car, his wheelchair loaded into the trunk. Instantly, a sleek formation of black cars and motorcycles followed. His security detail

accident, Davis was leaving the mansion. Watching the guards work, one truth hit him hard—Jessica had placed all this around him. Not for show. Not for power. Just

had cared more than

they arrived at the hospital in just ten minutes. The other guards melted away like mist, keeping a tight perimeter

pull up beside hers. She

had really cried so hard. Years of pain, silence, and memories had come pouring out like a

opened. Cold air swept in. And her heart stopped.

lips moved in shock. Without thinking, she scrambled out of the car and crouched to his level, her hands trembling

didn’t say a