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?" she asked softly, her voice

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

particularly. Except for one thing," he said, a smirk lifting the

her pencil, giving him her full attention,

"What is it?"

seriousness, Davis’s heart softened momentarily. A warm smile graced his lips. "Don’t overwork yourself. Take

as long

outrage, she didn’t expect that after all her focused concern, this

She thought he was going to say

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

met his gaze with a

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

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

could respond, the sound of a car pulling into the driveway cut through the moment. Steeling himself, he maneuvered

he remained dependent on it, since his movement isn’t steady and partly as a facade to mask his

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

from the other side. Davis opened

asked as Ethan grasped the wheelchair

preparations are complete. They’re waiting for you. A few have defected, though—perhaps best to let them go," Ethan reported crisply, quietly taking

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

seat, almost buzzing with excitement. Finally, he thought, he’s

deliberate step toward reclaiming everything he