Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 165: A visit

With slow and steady steps, Jessica wheeled Davis up the rough, stony path of the cemetery. After a while, they reached the gate. She nodded at the gatekeeper, who she had come to recognize. There was a time she visited so often, crying her eyes out at the grave, that he had once been forced to deny her entry for her own good.

But today was different. She hadn’t been here in months, and today she just want to speak to her mother, to let her know the decision she had made. Jessica stopped the wheelchair a few meters from the grave and walked quietly the rest of the way. Kneeling down, she placed a single white lily at the base of the gravestone.

Then she saw something that made her pause.

Another bunch of fresh lilies already lay there.

Her mind immediately rang warning bells. Who had visited her mother’s grave before her? She had never seen anyone else here before. Questions flooded her mind, but she pushed them aside. There would be time later to think about it and find out the truth.

"Mom, it’s been a long time," she said in a soft voice. "I’m sorry I didn’t come sooner."

She paused, her lips trembling. Her eyes grew red as tears threatened to fall. The wind blew gently through the trees, wrapping her in a cool breeze that seemed to calm her. She took a deep breath, struggling to hold back the tears.

A deep silence covered the cemetery, broken only by Jessica’s quiet voice.

"I miss you... every single day. Whenever I’m unsure, I try to imagine what you would have told me to do. I wonder how you would have reacted. But the truth is, I can’t hear your voice anymore."

She sighed. Her voice grew stronger, and she blinked away her tears.

"I thought I could handle things on my own, but everything’s a mess now. I came today to tell you... I’ve decided to buy the Brown Group from George. He has been holding on to it tightly, never letting go, even while your hard work is going to waste. I’ll take it back. I’ll make him pay for everything he’s done over the years."

She sniffled and brushed away a tear from her chin. The leaves rustled in the soft wind, almost like her mother was listening.

"I forgot I’m not supposed to cry like a baby," she said with a small smile. "Don’t worry about me anymore, Mom. I’m strong now. Over the years, I’ve told you about the friends I’ve made. But now, there’s someone else."

behind her, Davis sat quietly in his wheelchair, giving her space, yet keeping a watchful eye on the area.

smiled gently as he rolled forward, stopping beside her

back at the stone and said softly, "Mom, meet Davis Allen. George arranged our marriage, but don’t worry—I’m okay. One day, when he’s standing on his feet again, he’ll

tugged at

After a few seconds,

them. Davis, sensing something, glanced over his shoulder—but saw no one. Still, throughout their visit, he had felt

a burden had been lifted off her shoulders. She let out

Brown Group from him,"

support,"

him and smiled. For the first time, she felt thankful

his chest to calm his breath. "That was a close one," he whispered. He glanced in the

"He seems dangerous... And what is his

his phone and made a quick note. "I’ll have

only a few weeks ago. He had come to visit the grave of the woman who gave birth to him—though she had never known of his existence. What he hadn’t expected was to finally see

for the first time and there is no picture that tells who she is but then with the estimate and guess he took of her age and the fact he had heard surrounding his mother- his sister should be the only one that could

glimpse of her face? May be I should have passed her way to see her and find out that man she is

the right time when I am sure to

longer. His heart felt heavy with emotions—determination, longing, and heightened

with a final glance, he turned and took another path down the hill, heading toward the car where his subordinates was

In silence, they got in, and the driver slid into the front seat. Slowly, the car

the Brown Group?" she

Brown held a deep place in her heart—a father figure far more than she would ever admit.

really want to take it from