Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 270

Chapter 270: What does that make me?

A bitter, broken laugh escaped his lips. "Treated like an Allen?" he repeated slowly, his eyes wide and glassy. "So that’s it? You gave me everything but the one thing that mattered. You kept me close just to remind me I didn’t belong."

Elder Allen sighed, his shoulders drooping like the weight of old age had finally caught up with him. "It was not to mock you, Desmond. Your situation wasn’t a common one. My late wife found you. dressed and wrapped tightly in a blanket by the roadside. His eyes closed as the memories floated back like the tidal waves.

~Flashback, Years ago~

The morning sun slanted through the curtains, golden light spilling onto the polished floors of the Allen estate’s grand living room. A soft breeze whispered through the open window, carrying the scent of fresh dew and blooming lilies from the garden.

The front door creaked open gently.

In stepped a young woman, her skin glowing from the light sheen of sweat from her morning workout. Her ponytail swayed with each step, and in her arms, wrapped in a faded white cloth, she cradled a tiny baby—no more than six months old.

The child blinked sleepily, cheeks plump, lips parted, unaware of the silent storm waiting to unfold.

Maxwell Allen stepped out from the hallway dressed in a sharp pristine suit walking as he adjusted his cufflinks, stopping dead in his tracks as he laid eyes on the infant.

"Lucy?" he asked, brows furrowing, voice laced with confusion. "What’s that... who’s that?"

Lucy Allen turned toward her husband, Maxwell, his expression mixed with disbelief and tension. His eyes darted between the child and his wife. Her calm expression unsettled him.

"I found him," she said softly, gently bouncing the child in her arms as if instinctively calming him. "Along the roadside. Near the trail behind Oakridge."

Maxwell’s eyes widened. "You... found him? Like that? Alone?"

She nodded. "Wrapped in a thin sheet, lying in the shade. No one was around. I waited for an hour, asked around the nearby houses, but... no one knew anything. Not even the vendors on the trail."

Maxwell slowly approached, his gaze dropping to the infant. The baby yawned and cooed softly, one hand curling into a tight little fist near his cheek.

"He’s just a baby," Lucy murmured, her voice cracking with emotion. "Barely six months old, maybe less. He was crying when I found him—his voice hoarse, eyes swollen. He must have been there for hours."

picked him up?" Maxwell asked, still trying to make sense of

eyes with a questioning gaze. "Would you rather I left him

Silence fell.

a long moment, then exhaled slowly. "No. Of course not. It is not that I wanted him to die but taking the child from such spot might have been a set up against you and how could you have defended

touched the baby’s head. The infant stirred but didn’t cry. Maxwell’s shoulders

want us to keep him," Lucy whispered. "Raise him.

what he saw in her eyes silenced his doubts: fierce determination,

haven’t even had our own child yet," he

know," Lucy replied, voice steady. "But maybe... maybe he’s meant

pacing for a moment. Then he stopped, eyes fixed on the baby. "It won’t be

paperwork. Adopt him legally. Give him our name and he’ll be

hesitated a beat longer, then slowly nodded. "Alright. We’ll do it. If that’s what

asked, her tone laced with

grim and his hesitant voice "But I think, there will be a challenge. He will be our first son but the Allen family and group he won’t be allowed to handle because he is not

and well, that’s all that matters."

into a peaceful sleep in her arms, as though sensing he

should we name him?" Maxwell

faintly, brushing a thumb over the baby’s forehead.

and silence kept, Desmond Allen’s place in the family was sealed—not by blood, but by

as an act of compassion had now turned out to become the

~Back to Present~

you in. I raised you like my own, because I couldn’t allow another

Davis, whose expression was unreadable. But she could feel his inner storm—his heart torn

stood up suddenly, his chair screeching

me believe I was one of you,

you too soon. I wanted you to build a life first, not shaped by bitterness or shame.

"So what does that make me now? A fraud? A

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