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."

him briefly but didn’t stop. "I just want to take a look at that necklace," he said, his tone oddly calm—too calm

mention of the necklace, Jessica’s hand instinctively flew to her neck—there it was, clearly visible and

him "Do you recognize her necklace?" He

this obsession burrowed into him, to recognize something so small,

didn’t resist as he reached for it. She allowed him to lift the pendant.

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

asked, his tone quiet yet probing.

Jessica responded. It was the first time she had directly addressed him

back, retreating to his seat like a man who had just glimpsed a painful truth. His

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

you were so close all along," he murmured

him closely "Does that mean you’ve

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

heart struck with several daggers, the pain spreading to

threw his head back, a mocking smile playing on 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 to the gala

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

a quiet

out. He had never imagined his love life would become this complicated. The only woman he

else. She was never meant

Is she truly beyond my reach now?" he thought, his

felt 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 friendship

reached again for the wine glass. He drank. And drank. Glass after glass, as if each sip

but she knew better

build a cordial relationship," Jessica said softly. "Not to bring you pain." She genuinely felt sorry for what he was