Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 145: Results

Jessica turned to face Donald and gave him a polite nod. He stood there frozen, looking at her as if she were a ghost from his past.

His lips parted slightly, then closed again, as though he wanted to say something but had lost the words. The look in his eyes was one of pure shock—he was clearly struggling to process what he was seeing, even though he tried to keep a straight face.

He hadn’t expected that depth of familiarity. .

She looked so familiar—her features, her grace, her presence. There was something about her that stirred a memory buried deep within him.

But it wasn’t just her appearance. It was the way she carried herself. The feeling in the air had changed the moment she arrived. It was subtle, yet strong—like something finally fitting into place.

Jessica noticed the way he was staring and offered a gentle smile, hoping to ease the sudden tension. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Santiago," she said calmly.

"Uh... likewise," Donald stammered, shaking himself out of his daze. He reached out and gave her a quick, awkward handshake.

Lady Matilda let out a soft chuckle. "He doesn’t usually get this quiet," she teased, her voice filled with amusement.

Jessica laughed lightly, still feeling the weight of her own thoughts. Her heart was racing again. The closer she got to the truth, the more nervous she became. Though she had tried to bury the emotions, they always found their way back.

"Well," she said with a soft smile, "I need to go inside now. Maybe we’ll meet again sometime soon."

They exchanged a parting greeting and she turned and walked toward the entrance. Donald’s eyes followed her the whole way, his mind spinning. "She is indeed Nora’s duplicate.

And then— the necklace.

Because of the way her blouse dipped slightly at the neckline, the necklace she wore had become visible. His breath caught in his throat. It was the necklace—The Santiagos’ relics. The one his mother had described again and again.

the story was just a wish his mother refused to let go of. He had never truly believed they would find her. And yet, here she was—so real, so close. A storm of emotions swept through him—joy, disbelief, hope, and fear all mixed

trying to process it

in a quiet, calm voice. "Do you think... will she accept

uncertainty in him, and she understood it. This moment was as overwhelming for him as it was for

to worry about that, Donald," she said gently, placing

her to be my attending doctor. That way, we can be around her

unsure. "And after that?" he asked, his tone more serious now. "What

thoughtfully. "We go with

script. Some things had to unfold naturally. For now, they would stay close to

rush it," Lady Matilda added. "She might have been through a lot. She needs time, and we need

slowly, though his chest still felt tight with emotion. He had been the closest to Nora but when she left they didn’t know but had gone into frenzy searching for

had entered. Her eyes shimmered with tears

day she lost her, something inside her never stopped hoping. Now, standing so close to her granddaughter, it felt almost

to make sure Jessica was safe and protected—whether or not she ever accepted

discreet protection. She doesn’t know us yet, but that doesn’t mean we can’t shield her from

mother. "You’re sure about

blood. Until she knows the truth and decides what she wants, we’ll do our part—from the shadows if

,

,

,

Her heart

was composed, but her mind was in chaos. She hadn’t told Davis, Elliot or Bella that she was coming here for test. She just hoped they

observed how the each of them acted around each other. There was something subtle in the way they cared for one another—gentle gestures, lingering looks—but neither