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The tension that had lingered at the start had been replaced by a powerful renewed faith.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

mid-sentence when he saw Davis’s expression shift

her," Davis said quietly. "I’ll

He knew she wasn’t

sent a message asking him to schedule the interviews for 10 a.m. the next

was no room for arguments even

he murmured in agreement letting the matter slide for

and bowed respectfully toward Davis. "Thank you for this opportunity. It’s rare to find

He replied with a faint smile

out of the hotel suite, slowly wheeling him to the car. The

~Back in the Suite~

sat on the centre of the bed, her posture stiff with her legs folded under her, Her hand was

used pregnancy test strips, different brands, different

thunder echoing through her chest. The red indicator line glared back at her on each strip—clear, sharp, and

Positive.

on the glaring red lines—lines that now felt like a turning point

air felt heavier, her breath short. Her usually sharp mind, trained for logic and precision as a

hoped it was just stress. The vomiting, the nausea—she attributed them to exhaustion, maybe a mild stomach

dizziness returned, followed by another episode

jump to conclusions. As a doctor, she is well aware that assumptions were dangerous. So, she had taken

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

buying three different brands of the test strip—three brands, three tests. She needed consistency and confirmation of

gave the same result,

the confirmation lay in front

She was pregnant.

whether to cry or smile. As a married woman, this should

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

beginning to explore the meaning of 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 in their

stomach,

life created in the quiet, vulnerable space between two people still

"If life had already begun to bloom within me, then decisions had to be made. Real ones.

test strips. The truth couldn’t

aloud, her

his reaction would 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 to make and she wouldn’t deny him