Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 254: Cutting off his fantasy...

Davis let out a quiet sigh in helplessness at Alex’s reaction., his chest tightening under the weight of this truth.

He had known this moment would come, that revealing the truth would strike like a blade cutting through his heart. It was the very reason he had dreaded it. But now, there was no running from it. The only option left is clarifying the situation.

Beside him, Jessica let out a small, almost ironic chuckle. She didn’t blame Alex for doubting. Even after seeing her dressed in the signature elegance of Lady Bright, the disbelief still danced in his eyes.

And honestly, she understood. If the roles were reversed, she wouldn’t believe it either.

Hearing her chuckle, Alex’s gaze returned to her, his eyes scanning every detail, searching for fragments of a ghost he had been chasing.

The only thing remotely familiar about her that matched Lady Bright was her hair —those soft waves tumbling down her back like silk. Everything else? Unfamiliar.

He exhaled harshly and conflicted. He didn’t want to doubt Davis, yet he couldn’t bring himself to believe that the woman before him was the same Lady Bright he had longed and searched for so relentlessly.

His mind resisted it, rebelled against the image before him.This woman... this woman couldn’t be her.

"Not in my wildest dreams," he muttered. But there had to be proof—something to confirm she truly was Lady Bright. Was Davis just mistaken? If she wasn’t Lady Bright, then who was the woman he had encountered that day?

Davis noticed the turmoil in Alex’s eyes, the way his eyes narrowed in contemplation. That quiet storm of comparison of the Lady Bright etched in memory versus the one seated before him.

Alex exhaled deeply and reached for his wine glass, needing something to calm his fraying nerve, anything to silence the confusion.

But just as he lifted it to his lips, his hand paused mid-air. His breath hitched. His eyes froze, His gaze locked onto something—Jessica’s necklace.

Without thought, he set the glass down. Slowly, deliberately, he stood and walked toward Jessica uttering no word, as if drawn by an unseen force.

Jessica exchanged a quick glance with Davis. Before she could react, Davis spoke, voice low and cold laced with warning. "Alex."

take a look at that necklace," he said, his tone oddly calm—too calm as

flew to

his response, stared at him "Do you recognize her necklace?" He said quietly. Alex gave a

this obsession burrowed into

to lift the pendant. His fingers brushed

studied it carefully—every curve, every engraving—confirming what his heart already feared. It was identical to the one etched into his memory, even in his

his tone quiet yet

was the first time she had directly addressed him

man who had just glimpsed a painful

pieces began to click. He could now trace the subtle reactions and familiar traits he had observed while

imagined you were so close all along," he murmured

him closely "Does that

smile tugging at his lips. His pain dressed in sarcasm. "Accepted? I don’t

realization, Alex felt his heart struck with several daggers, the

a mocking smile playing on his lips. He couldn’t believe it—after all this time, the

wife," he said. "Jessica... Lady

a quiet

He opened his mouth to speak but no words came out. He had never imagined his love life would become this complicated. The only

else. She was never

it all just a fantasy? Is she truly beyond

he was drowning in a sea of confusion. He wished he could try to win her over—but it was impossible now otherwise he would be undermining the friendship they have shared

again for the wine glass. He drank. And drank. Glass after glass, as if each sip might erase the truth—might dull the pain.

ached for him, but she knew

"Not to bring you pain." She genuinely felt sorry for what he was going