Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 219: How did you manage this?

Though Adah had spoken with energy and warmth which made Jessica feel relaxed and at home—being accommodating. She didn’t feel that way toward Tricia.

Tricia on her own part had remained silent. Her attention was entirely fixed on Davis, and she barely acknowledged Jessica’s presence in the room.

Her gaze was intense, longing, and a little too transparent for comfort. Jessica subtly glared at Davis, her eyes bearing an accusation of him attracting peach blossoms even in the midst of friends.

Alex glanced toward Tricia, waiting for her to contribute, at least a polite word or two to help Jessica feel more at ease among them.

But Tricia remained still, her lips tight, her posture rigid. It was evident she wasn’t here to make friends—especially not with Jessica.

But Jessica, having noticed Tricia’s undisguised interest in her husband, shook her head lightly. With one thought in time "

"Tricia, right?" she said, as though just realizing her presence. Tricia blinked and looked at her. Jessica continued, her voice polite but laced with subtle authority, "It’s a pleasure meeting you."

A subtle smirk curved her lips as she watched Tricia’s expression twist with suppressed rage.

Jessica’s words, though courteous, carried an undercurrent that didn’t go unnoticed. Tricia’s face twisted subtly in frustration, a forced smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

"Well, I appreciate that you’ve had the opportunity to visit, you’re welcome. Although you won’t be staying in Noveria, we do hope to see you around often."

"Thanks, I really appreciate that," Jessica replied smoothly.

Even though part of her was curious to know the kind of friends Davis had managed to keep over the years, she was grateful that at least a few of them were willing to accept her as his wife.

quiet sip from his glass before setting it down. His eyes drifted to Davis’s motionless legs, and something in

it still feels surreal seeing you in a wheelchair," he

it hard to believe, but this is my reality now.

confused. And then suddenly hearing about your marriage—it’s just a lot

curved his lips. He reached for her

long story," he said. "I got a call that one of our branches here was under attack—something about a new product launch. I flew in immediately... but the next thing I knew, everything

weight of the moment settled over them like

slowly. "What’s the status of your treatment? Have

Investigation... already underway,"

but the news that followed was vague and hard to trust. Then came the rumors that your company was shutting down. We tried digging into it ourselves, but things were already tangled. And before we knew it, your uncle—under

leaned back slightly in his chair. "How’s

trends, jumped in to answer. He gave a detailed analysis of the market shifts, competitive trends, and the status of their industry—his

the Allen Group’s take now in the market should

and the company’s instability. Your uncle made some aggressive changes—some were strategic, others questionable. The competitors took advantage,

offering perspectives that

plan

reply was swift. "Simple. Relaunching the company—next

they all exclaimed,

forward, stunned. "That’s impossible. The company was nearly gutted—systems, reputation, staff, everything.

already in

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