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.

designs. "Do you need help?" she asked softly, her voice

the subtle changes in

one thing," he said, a smirk

giving him her full attention, her concern

"What is it?"

his lips. "Don’t overwork yourself. Take care of yourself, alright?" he said, his

she is a workaholic, as long as

expect that after all her

said that earlier? She thought he

me?" He teased his brow raised.

his gaze

right," he teased, his voice playful but layered with a

already imagined just

car pulling into the driveway

in therapy, 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 for now, it was safer to stay

later," he said, pressing a soft kiss to Jessica’s cheek "Don’t forget to rest," he stressed

himself towards the door, Ethan tapped lightly from the other side.

as Ethan grasped the wheelchair

A few have defected, though—perhaps best to let them go," Ethan reported crisply, quietly taking his stance

to him following suit. Then the car pulled out of

excitement. Finally, he thought, he’s back to his position after the

marked Davis’s first deliberate step toward reclaiming