Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 237: A witch or a prophetess?

Ethan’s gaze snapped toward Davis, his expression laced with dread, contemplation, and an unspoken fear the unexpected incident ignited in him.

They had meticulously planned for days, had covered so many scoops of expected problems and had also planned for issues like —technical errors, investor delays, prepared countermeasures for on-the-spot investments, even media backlash but not this.

Not a scandal of this magnitude. It had come out of nowhere, a punch in the gut. Not once had they considered the possibility of this sort of scandal erupting minutes after the CEO’s address.

Yet, Davis’s question still hung in the air like a blade over his head, sharp and demanding. Ethan’s shoulders slumped in defeat.

Lying to Davis had never been on the table, he couldn’t lie to him because trust had always been their most valuable currency and at this moment he couldn’t proffer any solution at all.

Ethan sighed. After a deep breath, he gave the only answer he had. "We have no options," he admitted, voice low, pained.

The answer was like a verdict, a sledgehammer deciding the game even before it began.

Davis nodded lightly, his features unreadable. But his heart weighed heavy in his chest. "Was it possible that the very day he had decided to rise from his fall was also the day he would fail spectacularly?" He mused. That didn’t make sense—not to him. He is no longer ready to give up like in the time past. Not anymore.

His thoughts flickered to Jessica—Her determination. Her sacrifices. Her sleepless nights filled with preparation. She had worked tirelessly, ignoring her own health to make this day a success.

He could still hear her worried voice from earlier, even in her groggy state before she succumbed to the drug’s drowsy effect.

"Will this go peacefully?" she had asked, her voice barely a whisper.

At that time, he had believed her efforts would not be in vain. That things would go smoothly. That the investors from Noveira, being here solely for business, would be neutral and objective.

"But maybe," he muttered to himself, his voice tinged with bitter amusement, "I was too naïve to think Desmond would be the only one capable of sabotage."

Now, it all made sense—the strategic timing, the fabricated allegations, the deliberate leak. It was an ambush disguised in corporate civility.

He glanced at Ethan again, noting the grimness in his assistant’s eyes. Davis couldn’t allow this. Not when so many people had worked hard for this relaunch—Jessica more than anyone. She had believed in him when no one else did.

And so, he couldn’t afford to stand by and let this work collapse before it even reawakened.

Remembering how sensitive Jessica was to trouble, Davis sighed deeply. At this moment, he couldn’t help but wonder. "Is she a witch or a prophetess?"

But knowing her, she would never let her work crumble. Not like this.

~Back at the Bungalow~

the chat with Davis, she felt her mood lighten a bit and with his assurance that things are going as planned,

propped against the headboard, still in her robe. The drugs she was supposed to take sat untouched

the prescribed medications, but the third one was a sedative, meant to lull her into

in its current weakened state she knew there was a high chance she wouldn’t wake until the next morning

was exactly why she had decided not to take it. Not yet. Not until Davis

ago, just after watching his opening speech

had swelled with pride hearing talk, knowing he had things in control, confident, but that

the breaking news headline glowing across the screen

moment the "breaking news" alert lit up her screen,

it wasn’t a

A smile that only someone who had been expecting the blow

expected," she muttered under her breath, her tone

not be her turf yet, but that didn’t

were they anyone’s playground to manipulate. And

social media account as

She made a post:

at its launch in Noveira. Our partnership deal, for eternity.

after posting, the platform erupted. Comments, reposts, likes—it all came pouring

from her social media account and

materials I requested?" she asked,

response from the other end. The voice was humble, respectful—a

Release the rest. I want it trending, unremovable, and spreading like wildfire. Make sure every

ended the call and immediately dialed

she instructed. "I’ll be

a deep breath. Her hand hovered over

five minutes," she

up from the bed. Her feet hit the floor with a soft thud, but

herself. Her legs trembled slightly as she moved slowly toward the bathroom. She needed a warm

after the drug began taking effect. But the current situation no longer offered her the luxury of rest. If she wanted to protect everything she and Davis had built—she had to be there

mind briefly

stepping up to help? Were his

hit her heart. "Maybe I should

hesitated for a few seconds, phone

"No. I’ll surprise him."