Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 207: Visiting the Company...

Inside the building, Davis and Jessica froze at the entrance to the main office, their breaths hitched at the sight before them.

The mess they saw outside now seemed minor compared to the devastation spread throughout the interior.

The entire reception area and main office area were in complete ruins. Shattered glass littered the tiled floor. Desks had been overturned and broken into pieces.

Some computers were missing altogether, while others were smashed beyond recognition. Wires hung from the ceilings, and papers were strewn everywhere like the aftermath of a storm. The walls bore scratches and cracks, and glass panels were broken.

It was as if a group of people had gone on a wild rampage, destroying everything in sight and taking anything that could be sold or used. This wasn’t simple vandalism—it was deliberate and cruel from the indicators.

Jessica covered her mouth with her hand in shock. "This looks like they had been in a serious fight," she whispered.

After the initial shock Jessica’s eyes moved slowly around the wrecked office taking every silent detail of the wreckage while her head constantly spinned with design concepts and styles that will suit the building during its renovation.

At intervals she stole a glance at Davis, trying to read his expression. Her heart tightened in trepidation. She silently prayed he would remain calm, hoping he wouldn’t break down from what he was seeing.

But instead after his initial outburst at the entrance. There was no other reaction—no shock, no sadness.

Davis sat there quietly, a strange calmness on his face, his expression was cold, too distant and calm—too calm. A faint, unreadable smile lingered on his lips.

That smile scared her. It wasn’t one of amusement or relief. It was distant and sharp, as if something inside him had snapped long ago and revenge slowly brewing.

Though he didn’t say a word, she could see him silently taking note of every broken item, every crack in the walls, every missing detail. His eyes were sharp, scanning everything with quiet intensity.

Jessica sighed softly. She wanted to say something comforting, to ease the burden she knew he carried. But words felt useless here.

There was nothing she could say that would fix the damage. Words couldn’t undo what had been done. "What could she possibly say to erase the wreckage of someone’s dreams?" She mused

They began walking deeper into the building. From the destroyed reception area, Davis guided her through what used to be the various departments.

Slowly and methodically, they checked each department. As they walked, Davis gave brief introductions to the various divisions and what their roles had been. He explained how far each team had advanced before everything fell apart.

Though the halls were silent now, he spoke about each section with a sense of pride and lingering sadness.

"This was our customer service department," he said quietly. "We had some of the best-trained representatives here. Quick, efficient, and respectful."

trailing the ruined desks and

he pointed toward a hall that led into a darker room, "was our R&D department. I had high hopes for them.

floor. It wasn’t just a workplace to him—it was a vision, a dream he had poured himself

sense the pain behind his calm exterior —the pain he tried to hide. For a moment, he looked proud again, remembering the progress they had made. But just as quickly, that pride faded, replaced by a quiet, bitter acceptance of

wanted everything gone,"

"Yes. Nothing was left to

from one room to another, Jessica’s mind spun with questions. What kind of force would go to such lengths to ruin

hated Davis enough to tear down

about this side of the story?

in her tracks. The room was... empty. Completely. Not a single file, chair, not

narrowed her eyes and turned to Davis. "Don’t you think

look like a simple layoff,"

curious. "What do

of layoffs or a

paused briefly,taking a quick glance around "It seems they were harassed. Maybe even threatened. Possibly

"You’re right. Go on,

thinking. " Whoever did this wanted to make sure no one would dare stay

quietly, his eyes staring at some distant, invisible point but not without giving

exactly what

Jessica’s eyes widened. "What?"

low and thoughtful. "I never told you what

eyes fixed on

day of the accident, Ethan reported to me that the company was under attack. He said a group of local people had stormed

it a thought.They claimed to be protesting, but it felt more organized than that. It wasn’t just a protest

nodded lightly "Looking at this effect here, it was

said, his voice laced with

you sure Ethan’s report was real? Could it have been a

fooled by a fake report? He’s too sharp

am trying to do is mark out the time frame because it will help us

the little research she had done about Davis’s accident. The media had only said he was on his way to a business meeting when the

planned this... and knew