Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 152: Meet Grandpa Ravensdale

Jessica let out a soft sigh as she watched Davis and Bella still locked tightly in each other’s arms. It was as if the world around them had disappeared, and all that mattered was this embrace—this moment of reunion, of recognition, of long-lost family finding each other again.

She folded her arms and leaned against the table with a small smile tugging at her lips. "Looks like tonight’s dinner might turn into midnight snacks," she murmured to herself.

She had thought about this outcome for days and to break she has hastily scheduled for dinner become she was searching for a common ground to reveal it but she is surprised that a the end it will end up as a reunion dinner.

She had taken substantial step to work on these, but no amount of planning had prepared her for this wave of emotion—tears, silence, laughter, and the quiet shock that settled deep in their bones. It wasn’t just a meal anymore. It had become a turning point.

Still, despite the warmth slowly returning to the room, Jessica knew all too well—this peace was just a calm before the storm. It always was. Especially with the Ravensdale name now back in play.

She looked over at Elliot, who sat quietly watching the scene before him, a thoughtful expression etched on his face. She knew that look. The look of a man who had carried guilt for years, who had buried hope but now stood face-to-face with it. A man whose silence spoke more than words ever could.

Jessica’s gaze softened as her mind drifted to the past. She remembered the day Elliot had looked her in the eyes and asked her a question that changed her life forever.

"I lost someone precious," he had said, voice low, eyes clouded with pain. "And no matter how hard I searched, I couldn’t find her. Jessica... would you be my goddaughter?"

At the time, it had sounded strange—out of place. She had thought it was just a gesture. A way to fill the emptiness in his heart. She never imagined that one day, that title would grow into something deeper... something bound by blood and fate.

Now, he wasn’t just her godfather. He was her grandfather. Her family. By ties of fate, love, and marriage. Jessica huffed under her breath and whispered, "Ridiculous..." shaking her head gently at how fate wove the most unexpected stories.

At last, Davis and Bella slowly pulled apart, reluctant but realizing the moment had passed. They needed to breathe, to speak, to begin the next Chapter. Bella had so many questions and Davis same but the first thing must be done first.

with teasing eyes, her arms

don’t you think I should be jealous?

playful, but it was enough to break the heavy silence. A burst of laughter echoed in the room—soft, light,

chuckled, shaking his head. "Okay, okay... hubby was wrong. But can you let it slide, just this once?" His tone was

moments ago, was slowly melting away like mist

Bella again. Her expression softened, but there was a quiet mischief dancing in her gaze. That look may be lost on any one else but Davis looking

blinked, suddenly alert. Her stomach dropped. She wasn’t sure she could take another surprise. Her heart had only just begun to

she gasped, stunned that she’d be called out like that. "Sis—" Jessica held up a finger, shaking her head. "Wrong,"

Bella sighed weakly she could never win against Jessica when she got

her space to complain—but not too much. Her tone was light, but her heart was

closer, her eyes

you to meet someone else." Bella blinked again, confusion

said clearly, "Please meet your

Time stopped.

She looked at Elliot, the man she had known and practically lived with for over a decade now and had always addressed him as "Grandfather" at the end turned out

her gaze deep and searching His sharp features. His weathered eyes.

struggling for air as the situation sank deeper, loud and clear. Elliot took a slow step forward and, without saying a word, pulled her gently into

still. Frozen in shock. Then, like a dam breaking, her tears fell freely. She gripped him tightly, burying her face in his chest as years of

close, eyes closed, his own tears trailing down his cheeks. He didn’t need to speak. His embrace said everything. "I’m sorry," he whispered, voice barely audible, full of regret and love. "I’m