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The tension that had lingered at the start had been replaced by a powerful renewed faith.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

his mouth, hesitated, then

stopped mid-sentence when he saw Davis’s

to worry about her," Davis said quietly.

slowly, though his thoughts lingered on Jessica. He knew

already sent a message asking

arguments

agreement letting the matter slide for

It’s rare to find leadership with both strength and vision. The Allen Group will rise again." This was his hope

do it together." He replied with a faint

Mr. Stan departed, and Ethan accompanied Davis out of the hotel suite, slowly wheeling him to the car. The air

~Back in the Suite~

legs folded under her, Her hand was propped under her chin, her other arm

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

rhythmic thunder echoing through her chest. The red indicator line glared back at her on each

Positive.

remained fixed on the glaring red lines—lines that

sharp mind, trained for logic and precision as a

morning, the persistent nausea had seemed like nothing. She had hoped it was just stress. The vomiting, the nausea—she

when the dizziness returned, followed by another episode of

a doctor, she is well aware that

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

strip—three brands, three tests. She needed

swift. If all three gave the same result, there would be no denying

lay in front

She was pregnant.

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

time. Her heart twisted with uncertainty. This doesn’t seem

their marriage, barely finding their rhythm amid personal battles, business chaos, and family struggle. There was too much happening—too much at stake, both here in Noveria and back

on her lower stomach, where, presumably, a

the quiet, vulnerable space

me, then decisions had to be

the test strips. The truth

decide," she murmured aloud, her voice barely above a

Adding a child to that equation might overwhelm him, or worse... yet it was his decision to make and she wouldn’t deny him that