Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 170: Memories...

By the time Julia left the study, it was already past dinner. His mood melancholic, his steps were slow and heavy as he made his way to his room,

His heart was weighed down with thoughts—questions and confusion swirling in his mind about his past and the mystery surrounding him and his twin sister. He had to solve it all and bring the matter to a closure.

For as long as he could remember, Sonia Andrews was introduced to him as his mother. She held that title in name, but he had never felt any real connection to her.

They were like night and day and she had always been the opposite of what he is Even as a child, he would often ask his father if she was truly his mother.

In public, in front of family and guests, Sonia treated him like a precious jewel—her baby boy, always full of love and attention. But the moment they were alone, her true nature would come out. Her kind words turned cold, and she treated him with disdain.

Behind closed doors, Julia became her target—she’d hit him, pinch him, insult him. He was just a punching bag to her. A child with no value.

At just six years old, Julia was already convinced that Sonia Andrews wasn’t his real mother. No matter how hard hearted a mother is, there would be leniency.

One day, he’d finally gathered the courage to tell his father. He had sneaked into the study, tears in his eyes, and told Josh everything.

"Are you sure about this?" Josh had asked, his voice serious.

Julia nodded. He wanted his father to believe him. Without another word, he had lifted his shirt, revealing fresh bruises and scratches on his skin.

His father’s face darkened immediately. It was clear he was furious. Julia knew hell might be let loose. He dare not take chances.

But before he could storm out, Julia ran forward and grabbed the hem of his shirt tightly, stopping him.

might have been written all over his face. Yes, he

might do. She had always warned him that

eyes and said nothing more. He kept calm. But that didn’t mean he ignored

torture making sure he leaves maids and guards around him since she plays

something unusual happened. Normally, he would receive toys, books, or other gifts. But this time, his father called him to the study and

an Anderson. Our children grow up fast. We prepare them for real-life responsibilities early," Josh had explained. "Today, this

what he saw made

Tears welled up as he read

scream in relief, in joy, but his father quickly placed a hand over his

felt like a bucket of cold water had

of that moment. His heart though chastised

missing, he looked up at his father with innocent curiosity and asked, "Then, who is my real

sadness and cold. The type of coldness he had never seen on his

the floor and see if you love her." He said with a soft voice, a rare

again. With a shaky hand he picked up the envelope and pulled out a photograph. His heart fluttered at the image of a beautiful, gentle-looking woman. Her smile was kind

Julia asked excitedly, "When are we bringing her

didn’t respond right away. Julia couldn’t see his face, but his trembling shoulders

He understood human emotions even as a child because he had

red. His voice was hoarse when he said, "I’ll take you

to a house, but to a cemetery. His real mother was gone, long before she ever got the

out of the country. It wasn’t punishment—it was protection, and part of the

children were raised abroad and trained strictly, with the best education and survival skills. By ten, every Anderson child was expected to be