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."

short distance behind her, Davis sat quietly in his wheelchair, giving her space, yet keeping a watchful eye on the area. She turned around and waved at

stopping beside her

marriage, but don’t worry—I’m okay. One day, when he’s standing on his feet again, he’ll come and greet you properly. Then

soft smile tugged at

bowed their heads in silence. After a few seconds,

man stepped out of hiding, his eyes fixed on them. Davis, sensing something, glanced over his shoulder—but saw no one. Still, throughout their visit, he had felt a strange presence, like someone

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

take the Brown Group from him,"

my support,"

first time, she felt thankful she had agreed to George’s marriage

the tree, the young man patted his chest to calm his breath. "That was a close one," he whispered. He glanced in the direction they had gone and

he asked himself. "He seems dangerous... And

quick note. "I’ll have Maxwell look into this, but keep it

had returned to Country Y 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 the sister he had heard

her 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

face? May be I should have passed her

time when I am

stared at the grave for a moment longer. His heart felt heavy with

with a final glance, he turned and took another path down the hill, heading toward

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

scenery blur past. "Do you think I’d be wrong to buy over the Brown Group?" she asked softly. "Or should I just claim it, since it was willed to me

it, he had always known George Brown held a deep place in her heart—a father figure far more than she

it through," Davis said gently. "Do you really want to take it from him... or are you