Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 221: Don’t blame me...

With slow, measured, and deliberate steps, Jessica closed the door behind her gently as she stepped into the brightly lit hallway. Her eyes scanned both ends of the corridor. As expected—no sign of Tricia. A faint knowing smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

Her expression remained indifferent as she adjusted the hem of her dress with casual elegance and headed toward one direction—the restroom.

Turning toward the restroom, she spotted Tricia rushing into one of the ladies’ rooms, her face painted in feigned distress. Jessica’s smile deepened. She didn’t need confirmation.

The scene that had just unfolded inside wasn’t surprising—Tricia’s melodramatic exit, her feigned tears, the carefully timed gasp that had drawn sympathetic glances is just a means of painting her the villain.

This she had expected from her following her attitude towards her since she arrived with Davis.

Years of experience dealing with schemers had taught her this game well and if Tricia is setting up this evening for a match, then she doesn’t mind accompanying her.

She had seen enough scheming women in her life to know that the act was far from over. It never was. Women like Tracia never left without striking twice.

She reached the restroom, her phone in hand, and pushed the slightly ajar door to open wider. Her expression was serene, indifferent. But her entrance was intentional.

Inside, the steady sound of water running echoed off the marble tiles. As Jessica stepped in, Tricia’s hand paused mid-motion over the running tap.

Her eyes met Jessica’s reflection through the mirror. The moment stretched between them. A deep scowl twisted Tracia’s face, embarrassment and fury flooding her cheeks with color.

She spun around sharply, hands clenched into trembling fists. "What are you doing here?" she snapped her voice sharp and acidic.

Jessica stepped in fully, letting the door remain wide open as she leaned her frame on the wall beside the door.

She raised her brow slightly, a smirk playing across her lips. "Why? I should be asking you that. You seemed a little too dramatic back there. I was worried. Or were you hoping I wouldn’t follow the trail of your crocodile tears?" Her voice dripped with mock concern. "Are you alright?"

Tricia turned off the tap and took a step closer to Jessica, the distance between them shrinking as tension swirled like a storm between two empresses in a battlefield of pride. Her voice dropped, filled with venom.

Her expression was icy, a stark contrast to her earlier sweetness during the toast. She didn’t believe that in her territory she would be intimidated.

"Jessica," she sneered, voice laced with venom. "Aren’t you ashamed of yourself? Throwing yourself at a man like that? Do you even deserve him?"

Jessica tilted her head. Jessica blinked slowly, her smirk deepening as she regarded Tricia with the amusement one reserved for a delusional child.

about? Because I’m fairly certain the man who introduced me earlier used the term wife. Were you not present

nostrils flared, her jaw tightening. Her fists clenched harder, nails digging into her palm. "Don’t act

disbelief. Did she not understand English? Or reality? Jessica sighed, a flicker of pity in

smugness she wanted to strike her—desperately—but dared not risk

undeserving she is to Davis. "Are you serious? Did he complain to

notice? Or are you hoping he’ll tolerate your disgusting behavior like a fool? How long do you think

out a soft sigh, almost as though she

said quietly, her voice suddenly carrying a dangerous edge. "You keep calling it a game—but who’s really playing here? You, who stormed off just to create a scene? Or me, standing exactly where

in pitch. "Don’t think I don’t see what you’re doing. You fooled Alex, you charmed Lucas, but Luke? He’s not blind. He’ll

him.

Tricia, I’d suggest you think twice before dragging my name through the mud again," Jessica said, her voice laced with warning. "You

sharp pivot, and stepped into the hallway. She didn’t want

followed her out because she was sure she had something to say to her, and now it seemed to have been exhausted, and she wouldn’t spend another minute because Davis might

That’s when Tricia lunged.

grabbing her wrist tightly. "Please—I didn’t mean to offend you. I’m

with deliberate pressure, sharp

Her eyes dropped to Tricia’s grip, the nails biting deeper into

her lips trembling. It was a convincing act—if Jessica hadn’t

lips thinned. You really want to

slowly, her breath cold against Tricia’s ear. Her voice dropped to a chilling whisper. "Don’t blame me for

slipping. Her head hit the edge of the door with

gasped in shock, pain flaring across her skull.

spread through every part of her body, her body twitching. The crunch beneath her heel was followed by a scream that echoed down the

Tricia’s fingers were swollen and red, the fingers trembling non-stop,

damage was done did Jessica leaned down,

in hers, inspecting the trembling fingers with mock

Jessica cooed softly, mockingly, as she crouched beside her. "You shouldn’t have grabbed me so suddenly, you know. You could’ve really hurt

screams continuously echoed through

into the hallway to search for Jessica, witnessed the scene of her being pulled by Tricia from

speed to meet up with the women, his breathe coming in gasps as he

but... I accidentally stepped on her fingers. I feel terrible. It looked bad—do you think her fingers are... broken?"