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.

The driver, a little surprised but careful, admitted he had

fool not to know such a little thing but he dare not say anything or interfere but

the phone was returned to her, Jessica could barely meet the driver’s eyes. She rubbed her

call... Davis had peeled back layers she wasn’t ready to expose.Her heart whispered one undeniable truth—Davis wasn’t just "something."

Jessica told the driver quietly. He obeyed without a word, stepping out and

car, her fingers trembled as she held the

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

And that was it.

walls broke. The tears she had fought so hard to suppress came rushing out, soaking her cheeks, she gasped quietly, unable to breathe through the

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 hand moved, wheeling himself across the

hearing her like that—so

was careful, trying not to startle her, but it carried

throat was too painful to swallow.

muttered under his breath. And then—beep.

~Jessica’s mansion~

delay. "Put every surgery she has this morning on hold. Two hours minimum," he ordered,

blinked. "What’s going on? Is she okay?"

not. Her emotions are all over the place. She can’t go into surgery like this. Tell me—who’s the best

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

breath caught. Jessica... she did all that for him? He didn’t respond.

her hospital,"

hour," the man

ten minutes," Davis said flatly as he was helped into the car, his wheelchair loaded into the trunk. Instantly, a sleek formation of black cars and motorcycles followed. His security detail was moving like

mansion. Watching the guards work, one truth hit him hard—Jessica had placed all

She had cared more

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

pull up beside hers. She quickly wiped her tears, but her eyes were swollen and red, her

pain, silence, and memories had come pouring out like a river breaking through a

And her heart stopped. Davis

words came. Her lips moved in shock. Without thinking, she scrambled out of the car and crouched

say