Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 188: Wife, thank you...

Although the road had been hard and rough, Davis and Jessica were glad they had chosen to walk it. It hadn’t been easy, and it wasn’t going to be easy still, but they had decided to live in the present while fighting for their tomorrow. They had no regrets. Every pain and hardship had shaped their bond stronger.

As Davis sat there quietly, he couldn’t help but take a trip down memory lane. His mind wandered back to the dark days he spent in the study, his trip at the Allen family house, where he had been mocked and scorned by his own blood.

On the day he had left, he had been ambushed—an experience that could have ended his life if not for a rare miracle and one person’s skill and bravery. That day remained forever carved in his memory, a day he would always be grateful for.

He was thankful Jessica had been there. Thankful for her foresight, for her decisiveness. Thankful that she had risked everything for him, without holding back, even though their marriage was not what she had wished for.

She had been hurt because of him, she had fallen into a coma because of him, and he had experienced a terrible, agonizing helplessness that he would never wish on anyone.

And when she woke up, she hadn’t backed away or blamed him. Instead, she had taken a firm stand beside him. They had chosen to disappear for a while—just to buy enough time to regroup and find a path forward, away from those who wanted to crush them.

His eyes stung and his heart swelled with deep emotions as he looked down at the woman in his arms. Jessica, sensing the change in his mood, gently stepped out of his embrace.

She knew he shouldn’t stand for too long yet; he still needed assistance to walk. Yet, seeing him take even a few steps on his own had filled her heart with warmth and pride. It was proof that all her efforts had not been in vain.

Softly, she guided him to sit down on the bed, and without wasting a second, she leaned down and pressed her lips against his. It was not just a kiss; it was an unspoken message, a way to express everything she couldn’t put into words. She was proud of him, proud of how far he had come.

Davis responded by pulling her to sit on his thigh. His arms wrapped around her waist protectively. He looked deep into her eyes, his gaze intense yet gentle. He wouldn’t deny it—Jessica was his only light in the darkest times of his life, the only hope he had clung to when everything else fell apart. His supporter, his shield, his anchor.

"Wife, thank you for being there," he said, his voice hoarse with emotion. His eyes held the testament of his gratefulness.

Jessica sighed softly. She had made a decision long ago to carry a burden alone, but now, seeing Davis reclaim himself, she knew it was time to share the secret she had held close to her heart.

long time," she said. "And now,

worry. He trusted her completely. He knew she would never do anything to hurt him and for her to keep it away

help teasing her

secret when you are about to share it?" he asked

chuckled softly. "Because I kept it from you. I hid it without

shoulders in resignation, a playful glint in his

the corner of the room. She bent down and opened a drawer locked with a

pulled out a brown, leather-covered envelope. She held it in her hands for a

standing, but Davis had other plans. He reached out, clasped her waist

asked. His voice was low and gentle, his attention more on her

the envelope into his hands. "Take

chest. A part of him screamed that the document inside was important—very important—but

moment he read the words, his breath caught in his throat. His eyes widened in

ownership of

gaze slowly to meet Jessica’s, disbelief clear in

to fight," he muttered hoarsely, "when the biggest battle has already been

you get this? How did you manage to convince my grandfather to transfer the shares? And what about

a

"And now, I’m handing

a soft kiss on his cheek, sealing