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."

"I just want to take a look at that

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

at him "Do you recognize her necklace?" He said

deeply had this obsession burrowed into him, to recognize something

reached for it. She allowed him to lift the pendant. His fingers brushed it

feared. It was identical to the one etched into his memory, even in his semi-conscious state that

he asked, his tone quiet yet probing. Yet

was the first time

man who had just glimpsed a painful truth. His gaze stared beyond the room,

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

you were so close all along," he murmured

"Does that mean you’ve accepted

don’t know," he said softly. "But I think... I think I’ve been

Alex felt his heart struck with several daggers, the pain spreading to every

time, the woman he was obsessed with was already married to his friend. Still, his thoughts drifted to the gala

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

a

his mouth 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...

married. She belongs to someone else.

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

could try to win her over—but

ache of impossible love, then reached again for the wine glass. He drank. And drank. Glass after glass,

for him, but she knew better than to offer

said softly. "Not to bring you pain." She genuinely felt sorry for what he