Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 258: Things aren’t safe anymore...

Desmond stormed into his office in a flurry, the sharp click of his shoes echoing ominously down the empty hallway.

The moment he stepped inside, he slammed the door with such force it rattled the glass panels, sending a tense silence through the floor.

He yanked off his tie with a growl of frustration, anger and disbelief bubbling dangerously beneath his skin.

With hands trembling from rage, he poured himself a glass of scotch from the crystal decanter and downed it in one gulp.

He still couldn’t believe the message he had received a picture. A simple picture that threatened to unravel everything.

The board meeting had been adjourned, supposedly to give him time to clarify the situation, but in truth, he needed a moment to process, to confirm, and to restrategize.

Settling behind his expansive mahogany desk, he pulled his phone from his pocket, opened the message again and studied the image.

The image stared back at him, crystal clear and damning: Davis and Jessica, smiling, glowing. Radiating life with Davis seated on the wheelchair, Jessica walking behind him. Their faces beaming with unconcealed happiness.

Their glowing features were a clear indication they were not bedridden or hospital-bound—certainly not victims of any supposed accident.

Desmond felt his heart drop to his stomach. His breath caught in his throat. That picture alone had the potential to destabilize all he had carefully built over the past few months.

If Davis had returned, hale and hearty, all bets were off. His position, his control over the company, and all the underhanded efforts he had made to erase Davis from the scene were now hanging by a thread.

For the first time, he began to dread what was coming.

Determined not to make any mistakes, he summoned one of his subordinates.

"I’m sending you a picture. Analyze it and confirm its authenticity—fast."

The subordinate paused briefly, then asked, "Are you referring to the picture of Davis with his wife?"

Hearing the name again made Desmond’s breath hitch. The fact that even this subordinate knew about the image confirmed one thing—it wasn’t a hidden return.

"How do you know about it?" he asked, needing to get to the bottom of it. But it seemed the subordinate had already done his own digging.

The subordinate let out a low breath. "Sir, it’s trending online. Number one across multiple platforms. Everyone has seen it. There are even short video clips now."

beneath him as though the very foundation of his office was giving way. He slumped into his leather chair, his

the next moment, a cold smirk curled

them a little welcome gift. Let’s see how

lingering, he picked up the intercom

his wife are right

the old man. I don’t care what it takes—make sure I get in to

hide his concern. He couldn’t help but wonder why Desmond insisted on chasing after Davis and his wife when he

assistant nodded and turned to

"I suspect there are moles

mid-step, eyes widening. "Moles?

no new staff had been employed. Most of the employees

his gaze. "That can’t be possible. We haven’t hired new staff since you took over, and most

hands clasped behind his back. He

everything that’s

suspect some are

I open a formal investigation into the staff?"

shook his head. "Too risky. A formal investigation is like shouting at the culprit

may not be on our side.

know what I’m doing," Desmond snapped, his

the staff?"

his tone dark. "But anyone with such intent

them to expose themselves could be risky.

him. "Do you know what a scheduled investigation does? It tells the

waved the

the window. "Davis, it’s no fun playing alone. A game of

~Jessica’s Mansion~

and Davis stirred in bed, the sun was already making its descent in the western sky. The golden hues stained the heavens

lightly, but the peaceful moment was

Davis asked, a teasing smile in his

flushed with embarrassment, but that wasn’t the real issue. Her head was spinning, her skin slick with sweat, and her strength seemed to be slipping away by

shift in her demeanor, concern etched into Davis’s face. He reached for his phone and called Deborah, instructing her to bring

the warm meal with a hunger that surprised even her. She didn’t stop until every last

bite was swallowed did the