Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 239: Saving my wife’s vision...

The atmosphere was tense and the air was thick with unease. Davis, on his wheelchair sat still, fists clenching and unclenching in rhythmic tension as the murmurs around the gala grew louder.

Every passing second heightened the pressure. Time was slipping, and he had to fix this mess before it spiraled further.

The online scandal had cast a long, dark shadow over what was meant to be a triumphant night.

With none of his team present and no solid evidence to refute the damaging narrative spreading online, there was no clear way to contain the growing unease at the gala.

A temporary solution had to be enacted fast and damage control was all he could think of now.

He exhaled slowly, pressing his fingers against his temples. The throbbing there mirrored the urgency pulsing through his mind.

"Call the manager over," he said coldly, the authority in his voice slicing through the panic. "He’s got a role to play if we’re going to buy some time."

In the past, Davis would have chosen silence, would have retreated into the shadows, wallowing in self-pity, letting fate roll over him and letting the world move on without him.

But tonight was different. He thought of her—of all she’d sacrificed to make this evening a reality.

He couldn’t afford to falter now. Not when someone was hell bent on ruining everything she’d built.

He could no longer afford to stay on the sidelines and let that effort go to waste.

He would’ve preferred to rise on his own two feet and step into the fire and reclaim control right here and now but her warning echoed in his mind: Lie low. Don’t alert the enemy. To her, caution was strength. She’d always favored strategy over showdowns.

He glanced toward Ethan,a glint of resolve in his eyes . "Get me a mask. If investors are backing out, then I’ll be the one investor bold enough to make them rethink, to pull them back in "

"A mask? What exactly

stepped forward and handed him the item. A sleek, half-face

and lazily slid it on, his

blinked. "Wait—you already had a mask? Why? Who brings a

planned ahead." Davis smiled as he

sharp features perfectly, leaving part of his face

a CEO—one that intrigued and intimidated. He no longer looked like the Davis Allen they

and Luca—still busy with calls—paused as the full weight of what Davis was doing

comeback. Of course. This was Davis. He never showed all

Mr. Stan, arrived shortly after, breathless and visibly rattled. Sweat glistened on his forehead; his hands trembled at

last week was nowhere in sight. What stood before

with Jessica nowhere in sight, dread pooled in his stomach. She was the mind behind every detail of this launch. If

to face Davis. And the man before him was no longer calm,

this company roots itself in Noveria or walks away. You

a soldier before a general. "Yes, sir. I await your

if necessary. Ask for their patience—tell them a full report will be given by tomorrow

bow, the manager

stage, delivering a calm and respectful address. He appealed for understanding and cooperation, promising

through a side entrance which

All chatter ceased. The photographers froze, their

to

behind, one retrieving a sleek wheelchair while the others formed a protective ring. Shielded from view, Davis was helped into the chair,

was the embodiment of power. Guests craned their necks for