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~

felt her mood lighten a bit and

lay on her bed, back propped against the headboard, still in her robe. The drugs she was supposed

taken two of the prescribed medications, but the third one was a sedative, meant to lull her

knew there was a high chance she wouldn’t wake until the next morning or probably after

not to

made that decision moments ago, just after watching his opening speech through a

in control, confident, but that feeling was now rapidly being

at her phone in a brief silence, the breaking news headline glowing

"breaking news" alert lit up

wasn’t a

cold. Calculated. A smile that only someone who had been expecting the blow would

she muttered under her breath, her tone devoid

yet, but that didn’t mean she would sit idle while enemies threw stones

they anyone’s playground to manipulate. And if they wanted to play rough—well, she could

her official social media

She made a post:

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

erupted. Comments, reposts, likes—it all

from her social media account and

you assembled the materials I requested?" she asked, her voice like

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

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

the call and immediately

investors to the scene," she instructed. "I’ll be

Her hand hovered over her phone one last time before dialing a

minutes," she said

done, she pushed herself up from the bed. Her feet hit the floor with a soft thud, but her body

reached for the wall, steadying herself. Her legs trembled slightly as she moved slowly toward the bathroom. She needed a warm

anymore, especially after the drug began taking effect. But the current situation no longer offered her the luxury of rest. If she wanted to protect

briefly wandered

it? Was anyone stepping up to help? Were his friends doing anything at

pang of worry hit her heart. "Maybe I should

hesitated for a few seconds, phone in hand. Then

"No. I’ll surprise him."