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."

stop. "I just want to take a look at that necklace," he

to her neck—there it was, clearly visible

recognize her necklace?" He said quietly. Alex

in disbelief. How deeply had this obsession burrowed into him, to

resist as he reached for it. She allowed him to lift the pendant. His fingers brushed it gently, reverently,

already feared. It was identical to the one etched into his memory, even

really Lady Bright?" he asked, his tone quiet yet probing. Yet

was the first time she had directly addressed him

retreating to his seat like a man who had just glimpsed a painful truth. His gaze stared

now trace the subtle reactions and familiar traits he had observed while chasing Lady

close all along," he

"Does that

hollow smile tugging at his lips. His pain dressed in sarcasm. "Accepted? I don’t know," he said softly. "But I think... I think

several daggers, the pain spreading to every part

his lips. He couldn’t believe it—after all this time, the woman he was obsessed with was already married to his friend. Still, his thoughts drifted

wife," he said. "Jessica... Lady Bright... they’re one and

a quiet

to speak but no words came out. He had never imagined his love life would become this complicated. The only woman he had been willing to accept... belonged

else. She was never meant for

being given an opportunity to try? Was it all just a fantasy? Is she truly beyond my reach now?" he thought, his

like 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

lost in the ache of impossible love, then reached again for the wine glass. He drank. And drank. Glass after glass, as if each sip might erase the truth—might

for him, but she knew

you pain." She genuinely felt sorry