Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 136: Can I...hug you?

Jessica felt rejuvenated. With Davis’s unsolicited help, she had been able to push through the whirlwind of emotions, regaining the composure she had always been known for.

Even so, her decision hadn’t changed—she would talk to him, openly, when she returned. That was the least he deserved. The more she thought about it, the more she understood why she hadn’t rejected his request to explain the tears—because deep down, she wanted to share it with him.

Sliding into her car, she retrieved the few essentials she had abandoned when Davis arrived earlier. Her ID card, stethoscope, a file she had received from Richard and the small box bearing her evidence for the fact she wants to travel—all were placed neatly in her backpack.

She took a moment to breathe in deeply, then stepped out once more, her posture regal and controlled, her head held high. Gone were the traces of vulnerability that had overwhelmed her in the earlier moments. Now, she stood tall, elegant, and composed—like a steadfast wall shielding others from the storm.

Davis watched her silently, his sharp eyes taking in every detail. The shift in her demeanor didn’t go unnoticed. She no longer appeared like the fragile woman whose tears had pierced through his chest like a blade.

No, this woman was the Jessica he knew—the one who had bore the light that illuminated his darkest world, the one who had protected and shielded him against the tidal waves.

She walked up to him and gave a confident nod. "I’m all set," she said, slinging the backpack over one shoulder. Her voice was calm and steady, layered with quiet strength.

Davis’s lips curved into a soft smile, the corners of his eyes crinkling slightly. "Wishing you success," he said, his tone gentle, warm, and filled with pride—like a spring breeze brushing against the heart.

Jessica paused, momentarily taken aback by how much that one sentence meant to her. It wasn’t just the words. It was the way he said it, the unspoken trust and faith behind it.

She bent slightly, resting her forehead against his. "Thank you," she whispered. "For this morning... for everything."

He didn’t respond with words. His hand simply reached up to cup the side of her face, his thumb brushing lightly against her cheek, and she understood—it was enough.

stating her confidence an determination. She didn’t

slid shut behind her. He leaned back

a man who had once been shielded from the world, letting her go alone should’ve stirred panic in him. But now,

wife. She was strong. And despite everything, she

approached from the side, having maintained a respectful distance all the while. "Sir, the guards are back in position. Shall

wait. I’ll stay here until she’s done." Brian was surprised at his words and then he -|hesitated.

the hospital entrance. "But this time, she walked through that door stronger than ever. The least I can do is wait for her return." He murmured both to himself and him. Brian gave a respectful nod and

her in, she gazed at her reflection in the polished metal wall. Was she really the same woman who had been crying just moments ago? It felt surreal how relieved she

inwardly, "having someone to lean on isn’t such a bad idea

halt. Coincidentally, the elevator next to hers opened at

over one shoulder, Jessica stepped out—only to freeze mid-step. Time seemed

emerged from the other elevator, and in the very next second, her foot twisted

sprang into action. Her backpack slipped off her shoulder and hit the floor with a dull thud. She lunged forward and wrapped her arms around

breath was knocked out of her lungs, and pain radiated across her back, but she pushed it aside and immediately helped the woman

okay?" she asked,

contents scattered. Jessica bent down quickly

saw it, her breath caught. Her chest began to rise and fall rapidly, panic and emotion

back to action. She leaned close, fingers gently tracing the woman’s pulse, then

inside her. How can

out here alone," she muttered

to commence, and Bella, who had been waiting for her gor anxious that she came out in