Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 138: Waiting for me?

Jessica’s heart thumped against her ribcage so violently she feared it might crack open, her palms trembled slightly as she stood in the elevator and after what felt like it dinged its arrival to the last floor.

She stepped out the elevator and dragged her tired body towards the exit. Every step she took echoed with the weight of the unknown—the truth she had just set in motion, and the consequences it might unravel.

She wasn’t sure what scared her more: the results of the test... or what it might mean for Davis. Or the effect on thejr relationship

The mere thought of him... of the life he had carefully reconstructed from his broken pieces being torn apart again because of her inquisitiveness and curiousity left a hollow ache in her chest.

But no matter how much her heart quaked, this truth had to be known, it had to be revealed. It was better to face this storm than let him walk blindfolded into a future built on shadows. He deserved light, even if it burned.

Her breath hitched as she stopped at the exit door of the hospital, the door slid open and a rush of warm air grazed over body as she stepped out of the hospital building after she made sure of her glasses and face masks in place.

And then—her steps halted.There it was. His car parked right outside the main lobby discreet yer commanding, gleaming subtly under the amber hue of the sun. Her heart skipped a beat as it thumped harder.

"He was still here waiting for me?" She mused. She couldn’t believe it, he had not said anything about waiting for her. He had just waited for her, to be the first person to welcome her. Jessica felt a rare smile creeping up her lips.

She walked briskly toward the car, her mask still clipped in place and dark glasses shielding her eyes, her entire posture betrayed the storm within her. She looked calm and composed but her heart was a fragile bubble of tangled emotions, swelling and threatening to burst. Her gaze locked on the familiar car waiting by the curb, the silhouette inside unmistakable.

Her smile was short-lived as guilt and skepticism welled up in her heart yet she quickened her pace nonetheless. As she got closer to the car, the window slowly rolled down in a smooth glide.

his presence — Calm and Poised with his signature look of quiet pride and restraint shielded in

for her patiently while she does her work. Jessica opened the car door and slipped in beside him, her hands trembling ever so slightly in her

or

threatening to burst. No matter how much she wants to deny that feeling it always raises its

her a

swirling in them. Like

was beet red with blushes while gasping for breathe. Taking

asked, his gaze brushing over her

she said slowly. Davis nodded, his eyes brimming

voice. She nodded slowly, her lips parting—but the words lodged in her throat. Instead, she let silence speak for her, filling the space

which roared to life and slowly exited the

eyes wide with disbelief as she watched the scene unfold before

when her gaze landed on a familiar figure striding gracefully toward a luxurious car. Her heart skipped,

poise, grace, step and back she is too familiar with it that even when burned to ashes will be dictated by her let alone in the sea of people. Her eyes widened

"Impossible," she whispered.

come she is here?

as if to erase the image, hoping it was just