Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 189: A new beginning...

After the therapy session, an encounter that had transcended into a heartfelt expression of gratitude and unspoken promises between Jessica and Davis for a future filled with hope and love.

They sat down for breakfast. Davis, feeling lighter than he had in a long time, reheated the meal which had turned cold due to the therapy taking longer than they had expected.

After eating, Davis picked up the share transfer documents he scrutinized and studied them carefully, his expression composed, before handing them back to her. "Keep it with you," he said, his gaze steady, laced with unwavering trust.

To Davis, it didn’t matter who physically held the papers. What mattered was trust—and he trusted her more than anyone else.

Jessica stared at him in astonishment, her heart swirling with thoughts. Although she had anticipated and imagined several reactions from him, she hadn’t foreseen him returning such a critical document without a second thought.

Her heart trembled slightly. After a brief hesitation, she accepted the documents and tucked it away to the safe she retrieved it from.

Davis leaned back and closed his eyes in a brief thought. When he opened them, they were filled with a sharp, fierce light of determination to turn the tables around.

There was no more time to waste.

Too much had been taken from him. He had been betrayed by his close kins. The recollection of Desmond’s face flashing through his mind made his expression turned ice-cold.

Desmond had laughed at his predicament, taunted him at his lowest point. He had stolen his hard work, his dreams, and trampled on them like dirt.

Now, it is time to make him pay. He would tear everything Desmond loved apart, piece by piece. The power he is craving for, he will take away.

""Babe, I’ll be going out shortly," he said, his voice steady and calm.

you need help?"

the subtle changes in his composure an undeniable transformation had taken root—stronger, colder, more

one thing," he said, a smirk lifting the corner of

her pencil, giving him her full

"What is it?"

his lips. "Don’t overwork yourself. Take care of yourself, alright?" he said, his tone gentle yet laced with

she is a workaholic, as long as there is work to do she doesn’t

outrage, she didn’t expect

have said that earlier? She thought he was going

He teased his brow raised. "Isn’t that address wrong? Have

his gaze with

playful but layered with a mischievous undertone. "If you’ve forgotten, I’d be happy to

blush creeping across her cheeks as she already imagined just how he might remind her. "Hooligan," she muttered under her breath,

into the driveway cut through the moment. Steeling himself, he

he remained dependent on it, since his movement isn’t steady and partly as a facade to mask his recovery from enemies who would exploit any sign of strength because

I’ll be back later," he said, pressing a soft kiss to Jessica’s cheek "Don’t forget to rest," he stressed further before heading

from the other side. Davis opened

Davis asked as Ethan grasped the

you. A few have defected, though—perhaps best to let them go," Ethan reported

they reached the car, Davis boarded with Ethan’s help. The guards assigned to him following suit. Then the car pulled out of the driveway, smooth

sat in the front seat, almost buzzing with excitement. Finally, he thought, he’s back to

marked Davis’s first deliberate step toward reclaiming everything he had lost