Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 227: I may be pregnant...

By the time the meeting drew to a close, the atmosphere in the lounge had shifted completely.

The once-cautious board members and hesitant shareholders now wore expressions of satisfaction, relief, and even hope.

The tension that had lingered at the start had been replaced by a powerful renewed faith.

They shook Davis’s hand with gratitude, their words filled with genuine respect. One after another, they expressed how honored they were to be part of this mission—a path that promised not just revival, but greatness.

The proposal and plans had exceeded their expectations. Many of them had suffered losses and setbacks due to the abrupt decisions made by Desmond.

Desmond with his cold and calculating demeanor, had shut this branch down without warning, dismissed long-standing staff, and nearly crumbled the Allen Group’s century-old foundation.

But now, with Davis’s return and the comprehensive roadmap he laid out today, they could finally see a path to recover what they had lost—and even more. A future, not just survival.

As the men dispersed with hopeful smiles, Davis remained seated at the table, a sigh escaping his lips in relief.

Ethan stood by his side, and Mr. Stan, the sharp-eyed manager and long-time ally, returned with fresh documents.

It was time for the second phase of the meeting. A meeting between them to help strengthen out the skeletal framework.

The room quieted once more. Davis adjusted slightly in his wheelchair, leaning forward as Mr. Stan spread out the board members’ feedback.

"Some suggestions are practical," Mr. Stan said. "Others, well, we’ll revise accordingly."

Together, they reviewed every comment, sorting through viable recommendations and marking necessary changes on the proposal draft.

Each section was discussed carefully, with Ethan jotting down updates and ensuring the revised copies would be ready for distribution by morning.

Next, the focus shifted to staffing.

One of the main concerns had been the restructuring of the team. During the company’s downturn, many loyal employees who had once made remarkable contributions had been greatly affected and some hurt by the rash decisions. Now, Davis insisted on making it right.

"Start by contacting those who made a difference," Davis instructed. "They deserve the chance to return. No interviews. If they’re willing, they can resume their posts immediately."

"For new applicants?" Ethan asked, his glance darting between the two men at the table.

"We’ll run interviews. But I don’t want delays. And considering Jessica’s complaint about last-minute calls and disorganization, I want everything handled properly this time."

mouth, hesitated, then began, "Madam

saw Davis’s expression shift slightly—gentle, but

worry about her," Davis said quietly. "I’ll handle that.

nodded slowly, though his thoughts lingered on Jessica. He knew she wasn’t the kind to rest just

being present physically, she had already sent a message asking him to schedule the interviews for

had spoken, there was no room for arguments

he murmured in agreement letting the matter

respectfully toward Davis. "Thank you for this opportunity. It’s rare

together." He replied with a faint

the hotel suite, slowly wheeling him to the

~Back in the Suite~

bed, her posture stiff with her legs folded under her, Her hand was propped under her chin, her other arm rested limply across

sheets before her lay three used pregnancy test strips, different brands, different packaging yet their results unmistakably the

echoing through her chest. The red indicator

Positive.

the glaring red lines—lines that

Her usually sharp mind, trained

She had hoped it was just stress. The

another episode of vomiting, she couldn’t ignore the

As a doctor, she is well aware

discomfort from anyone, she made her way to the nearest pharmacy though it wasn’t far from the

walked there herself, buying three different brands of the test strip—three brands, three tests. She needed consistency and confirmation of her gut

If all three gave the same result, there would be

now, the confirmation lay in front of her, plain as

She was pregnant.

in her chest like a drum. She didn’t know whether to cry or smile. As a married woman,

Her heart twisted with uncertainty. This doesn’t seem like the right time. Not for

personal battles, business chaos, and family struggle. There was too much happening—too much at

on her lower stomach, where, presumably,

the quiet, vulnerable space between two people still learning to trust

begun to bloom within me, then decisions had to be made. Real ones. Responsible ones." She murmured to

at the test strips. The

murmured aloud, her voice barely above

be. He had been through so much—betrayal, loss, physical pain, public disgrace. Adding a child to that equation might overwhelm him, or worse... yet it was his decision