Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 164: The Lucky one

Davis and Jessica spent a long time in the car, arguing about everything they had bottled up inside. By the time they finally calmed down and reached an understanding, several minutes had already passed.

Though she had been burning with anger, but after listening to Davis and thinking things through, she began to relax. It wasn’t just about George or Desmond anymore. The more she thought about it, the more everything started to come together.

Davis had always believed that Desmond wasn’t acting out of goodwill when he pushed for a bride on his behalf. He had always suspected some hidden motive. But now, sitting beside Jessica, Davis felt something he hadn’t expected—gratitude that he was plotted against.

For the first time in Davis life, he was grateful to the person that plotted against him because If Desmond hadn’t made his move early, Davis might never have met Jessica. He might never have had the chance to hold this beautiful, strong woman in his arms. He might never have found the hope to get back on his feet again.

No matter how it happened, he was the lucky one. He knew it and would always be open to acknowledge that.

Still, looking at Jessica’s face filled with quiet anger, he fell into deep thought. After a while, his voice broke the silence, soft and uncertain.

"Do you... do you think I’m a burden?"

Jessica’s head turned sharply to him. "What?" she asked, shocked. Her heart skipped a beat. The way he spoke... something felt off. Was he blaming himself?

Davis glanced down at his hands. "Aren’t you mad that George and Desmond tricked you into marrying me? Doesn’t it make you hate this marriage... and maybe even me?"

Jessica stared at him, her eyes narrowing slightly as her emotions stirred again. "Yes. I’m angry," she admitted, not holding back. "And I have every right to be. They used me. They used us."

He nodded slowly, then turned to face her fully. "And what about us now?"

The question caught her off guard. She had expected a lot of things, but not that. She blinked, thinking. "What about us?" she repeated, her voice softer this time.

Being with me? Do

was feeling. She didn’t regret him, but

"I’m not angry at you. I’m angry at the lies. At the manipulation. At my father...

do you mean it?" Davis asked gently, reaching for

hadn’t sorted out yet. She looked down at their joined hands, wondering when things

to return, and the car began moving again. Jessica turned

us somewhere," she muttered, not saying

quiet and heavy. Davis didn’t ask where they were going. He wanted to ask but is more scared of making her unhappy and emotional. Looking at how serious and somber her

they passed a small flower

"Stop here," she said.

Jessica stepped out. She wore her sunglasses and her hair obscuring some part of her face in a freefall concealing her face. Inside the shop, she quietly scanned through the flower arranged and after consideration she picked out a white lily. When she returned to the car, Davis opened the

tightly in her hand, her voice came low and

in his chest. He had a feeling that was where they were

sat stiffly, holding the lily like it was the only thing keeping her grounded. Her fingers

now clear why she bought the

continued in silence. Jessica stared out the window, her thoughts spiraling. It felt like she was right back in the hospital room where her mother had passed away several

telling her how proud she was, how much she

mother had said. "You’re my

not to cry. That she wasn’t a crybaby. That she would watch her become a great doctor,

all those promises died in that