Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 220: Are you sure she is being kind?

Tricia’s hand tightened around her wine glass, her knuckles whitening with the pressure.

Her smile was fixed, yet inside, bitterness churned like a storm. She hadn’t reconciled with the result of this meeting—far from it.

The sight of Davis, clinging so closely to Jessica ever since they’d entered the room, left her reeling.

She remembered how it all began—how her friendship with Davis had blossomed over time.

He had always treated her with kindness, respect... but never affection. To her, he was the best man in the world, the only man who could match her dreams.

She’d dropped hints over the years, even boldly made advances, but Davis had never wavered in his polite rejection. Still, Tricia wasn’t one to give up easily.

Coming from one of the most prestigious families in Noveira, she’d always relied on her background to open doors.

And when she heard that Davis would be visiting, especially with his company struggling, she saw it as her golden opportunity.

She had hoped to swoop in, offer aid, and win his gratitude—perhaps even his heart. But now, standing across from him as he doted on another woman, she felt those hopes unravel.

Jessica.

The name echoed in her mind like a curse. That woman was ruining everything. Tricia watched, her jaw clenched, as Davis and Jessica whispered and smiled at each other, lost in their own world. Shameless, she thought. How dare she?

Determined to reclaim control, she cleared her throat, cutting through the room’s ambient chatter.

Jessica glanced at her with disinterest, a cold smirk curling her lips. Finally ready to make your move, she mused inwardly, sipping her wine.

"You see, Davis," Tricia said smoothly, her voice regaining its charm, "I’ve been thinking about everything you said. And since the company relaunch is happening next week, I was wondering if it’s not too late to be one of your esteemed investors."

She ended the statement with a thinly veiled challenge, her eyes locked with Jessica’s.

leaned closer to Davis, her voice laced with feigned innocence and affection. "Hubby, isn’t Tricia so kind? I told

smirk was anything

eyebrow. Something about this trio’s interaction felt like watching a chess game—every move calculated, every

from the ashes is no small feat. But with all the good news flying around, I think

in agreement. The others

a fresh bottle of wine, his tone cheerful. "No old drinks for this toast. If we’re celebrating new beginnings, then we should open

seal, he popped the cork with a satisfying pop, drawing applause from the room. Adah clapped

They lifted them high. "To new

Yet among them, Luke hesitated. He stared at the wine in his glass, his fingers tightening.

haunted him—painful and

Though he’d been cold since their arrival, she sensed something deeper—a wounded heart nursing old grudges. She considered

to his lips and drank.

then, a figure stepped into her view. Tricia. "Davis," she said sweetly, "don’t you think I deserve a personal toast as an

gave her a warm, professional smile. "Of

a bit from their drinks, and Tricia turned to

"Watch your step, Tricia."

The room paused.

eyes wide. "Oh, thank you," she said with

as she turned again, her hand ’slipped.’ The glass tilted, and wine splashed down, some of it

pulling back just in time. The

She set the glass hastily on the table and snatched a napkin, hurrying

fell silent. The entire thing

a strange energy between

flatly, "was that really

Tricia froze.

the distance between you and