Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 181: Break the promise for the better

With confidence and contentment in her stride, Jessica made her way toward the car waiting at the doorstep.

A subordinate hurried out of the mansion after her. "You have a report to check on," he said, handing over a thick brown envelope.

Jessica accepted it calmly, though her heart gave a sudden thump against her chest because this was the subordinate in charge of her mother’s investigation.

She dreads what the report might be but then with a gentle firmness, her expression composed she accepted the file though her heart raced with trepidation.

"Thank you," she murmured as the subordinate bowed slightly in acknowledgment.

A flicker of pity passed through her eyes—she had seen Jessica’s quiet endurance, her strength hidden beneath grace. She had seen the cruelty Jessica endured from the very people who were supposed to be her family. so heartless.

Unaware of the subordinate’s silent thoughts, Jessica cast one last glance behind her before sliding into the car.

She settled quietly into the back seat and placed her bag beside her. Her gaze fell on the empty seat next to her, and for a brief moment a warm tender smile crept onto her lips. She then looked at the ring on her finger.

Carefully, she studied its intricacies—the design, the simplicity, and above all, its elegance. She tapped her cheek thoughtfully and murmured, "A carefully crafted thin band of platinum with a radiant single diamond seated on it—quite elegant and delicate at a glance." She sighed.

Her heart softened.

"It must have cost him a lot," she whispered, almost to herself. A rare smile played on her lips. She felt warm and happy.

had taken this bold step yet she is still tethering on the edge, she felt content in

earlier. Taking a deep breath, she

hand clenching by her side, and her

page with deliberate care, each word etching deeper into her

consistent. No prescription issued." Jessica’s

her eyes widened with disbelief—the scanned copy of a waiver. Her father’s signature was scrawled at the bottom, authorizing medical caregiver access to one

number of the subordinate who gave her the file.

to be other factors, and the signature on the waiver

now and run a background check on Clara. I want to know her connections to my mother—both in the past and during her marriage. It

ended the call as

flipped through the remaining pages, then shook her head and shut the file. Her

secure justice for you—just a little more time," she whispered. She leaned her head on the headrest and

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~Back at the mansion~

ring from and slid it onto

the wedding day—until I can exchange this vow with you," he murmured, a faint smile tugging

his eyes, taking a deep breath to steady his fraying nerves. He wheeled himself toward

he was certain she had gone far, he rolled his wheelchair over to the bed and began carefully arranging various necessities. Over time, moving with the wheelchair had become

transferred himself from the wheelchair to the bed. He sat at the edge, staring at the floor, deep

around him was peaceful, but within, a storm was raging. He

my leg, but without the stress, I can’t fast-track the process. I better break the