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.

anything had happened on the drive to the hospital. The driver, a

fool not to know such a little thing but he dare not say anything or interfere but with her husband’s

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

just one call... Davis had peeled back layers she wasn’t ready to expose.Her heart whispered one

can wait outside," Jessica told the driver quietly. He obeyed without a

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

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

And that was it.

to suppress came rushing out, soaking her cheeks, she gasped quietly, unable to breathe through the flood of

hear everything. He said nothing at first. But his heart tightened, his grip on the phone harder

like

was careful, trying not to startle her, but

couldn’t speak. The lump in her throat was too painful to swallow.

under his breath.

~Jessica’s mansion~

He called Richard without delay. "Put every surgery she has this morning on hold. Two hours minimum," he

blinked. "What’s going on? Is she okay?" His voice rose slightly, alarm setting

not. Her emotions are all over the place. She can’t go into surgery like

your shadow guard driver. Jessica assigned

him? He didn’t

her hospital," Davis ordered.

hour," the

into the car, his wheelchair loaded into the trunk. Instantly, a sleek formation of black

the first time since his accident, Davis was leaving the mansion. Watching the guards work, one truth hit him

curved slightly. She had cared

arrived at the hospital in just ten minutes. The

Davis’s vehicle pull up beside hers. She quickly wiped her tears, but her eyes were swollen and

Years of pain, silence, and memories

the door opened. Cold air swept in. And her heart

She blinked. She tried to speak, but no words came. Her lips moved in shock. Without thinking, she scrambled out of the car and crouched to his level, her hands trembling as she slid a

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