Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 154: Accept the fact ..

Jessica wheeled Davis back to the dining hall, her heart thudding in her chest. The moment they stepped through the doorway, every pair of eyes at the table turned toward them.

It felt as if the entire room was holding its breath, waiting for something to unfold. They weren’t just looking at Davis, though. They were looking at her.

Her cheeks flushed crimson with embarrassment as she felt the weight of their gaze. It was as though their eyes were peeling her open, searching for every little detail about what had kept them so long in the kitchen. What had happened between them?

Jessica tried to ignore the heavy silence that followed them. She didn’t expect Davis to be so unfazed, but there he was—his expression a perfect mask of stoicism. He didn’t seem to care that everyone was staring, or if they were reading into their delay.

If anything, he seemed to enjoy the discomfort, though he kept it hidden behind his composed exterior.

As they made their way to the table, Jessica wheeled him to the seat at the right hand of Elliot Raven, the patriarch of the group. She took her own seat beside him, her movements stiff as she tried to keep her embarrassment in check.

But it was hard to shake the feeling that everyone knew. They could sense something had changed. The quiet smirks on their faces made it clear that they were no strangers to reading between the lines.

The clink of cutlery was the only sound that broke the silence as dinner was finally served. It was a quiet moment before Elliot cleared his throat lightly, drawing the attention of everyone in the room.

His eyes shifted around the table, taking in the familiar faces of those he had dined with countless times. But tonight, everything felt different because their identities had changed. His gaze on them filled with emotions simmering just beneath the surface.

Elliot took a deep breath, his shoulders heavy with the weight of the announcement he was about to make.

"This evening," he began, his voice calm but with an edge of something else, "we’ve gathered here like we do every weekend, expecting a little peace after our busy schedules.

But tonight... tonight is different. We’ve been summoned here, not just for dinner, but because of something we all need to address know and address."

Ethan and Richard exchanged glances. Their brows furrowed, confusion clear in their eyes. It seems every other person is privy to the impending announcement leaving them both wondering.

Elliot be talking

meeting Jessica’s as if seeking her permission, though there was nothing he needed to ask for. His voice dropped

series of investigations and tests though surprising , it turns out that Davis and Bella... are siblings. And I...

went dead silent for a brief second followed by the clatter of cutlery as they echoed sharply through the stillness, the sound of forks and knives dropping to plates, as they were

open, eyes wide with

as he turned slowly to look at

darted from Elliot to Davis and from Davis to Bella, still searching for any sign, any hint of truth

to the chest. Dr. Bella turned out to be Davis’s sister, the one

heart sank. A dramatic, crushing thud of disappointment echoed in his chest. He didn’t even try to hide it.

voice calm despite the storm of emotions that have

words hung in the air, thick

Davis, then back to Bella, his

he had been secretly hoping to pursue...and possibly make her his

made everything complicated but now she had turned into a powerful heiress—with the Allen on one hand and

had turned out

but this was something no one had expected. Not in their wildest dreams. How could things

his nervous energy. His fingers were trembling slightly as he reached

family revelation; no, his mind was fixed on Jessica. She has been caught in the middle of this

the news of her sworn sister becoming her sister-in-law and her godfather

the chaos of her marriage to Davis and the whirlwind of emotions that had surrounded their relationship. And now... now she was tangled

wonder how fate plays in one’s life. He had always known that Jessica preferred the quiet life than anything else but

beside Davis, her face was expressionless as though it is no

known?" He asked, his voice quiet but edged with uncertainty. He looked at Elliot, then at the trio—Jessica,