Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 284: He was wronged...

Lady Matilda felt a sudden throb in her temple. The headache wasn’t just from fatigue, it was from sheer disbelief.

She hadn’t known her son-in-law had been waiting outside her home all this while.

Her sharp gaze landed squarely on Jessica. "Are you truly human?" she hissed. "How could you leave your husband out there in the cold, in the dead of night, just waiting for you?"

Jessica blinked, stunned.

"Why didn’t you bring him in?" Lady Matilda’s voice cracked like a whip.

Jessica’s lips parted, desperate to explain herself, but no words came. What excuse could she possibly give? Everything she could think of sounded either pathetic or disrespectful.

With this grandmother, Jessica always seemed to be on the losing end of the battle. Every. Single. Time.

As she scrambled for the right words, Lady Matilda’s voice exploded again—louder, fiercer.

"Are you less than any of the Santiagos that you would leave your husband out like a beggar? For no reason at all?"

Jessica flinched. The question stabbed deeper than she expected.

"When did he arrive?" Lady Matilda snapped, her voice rising with every syllable, each one striking like a match.

At that moment, Jessica began to doubt her grandmother’s sincerity. Was she truly her own grandmother or Davis grandmother? Looking at how quickly she switches sides.

But then... guilt washed over her. She had asked Davis to wait. And yes, she had stayed longer than planned. She hadn’t even stepped outside to check on him.

Taking a long breath, she looked her grandmother square in the eye. "Grandma, can you let me go now?" Her voice was measured but taut with strain. "The more time you spend complaining about how long he’s been waiting, the longer he’s still going to be out there."

was wronged," she murmured after a pause. "Bring him in for dinner. Though I doubt he’ll eat—it’s far too late—but I’ll have the kitchen prepare something light. At least, something

twitched. This was not in the plan. She had only come to visit... When did it evolve into introducing Davis as the

firm, but a smirk tugged at her lips. "We should be the ones visiting

as she gave it a second thought. After a short sigh, she relented. "Alright then.

the butler. "Prepare a gift for my son-in-law. Deliver it to the car. Apologize for my

close

night air kissed her skin, and as the lights from the house dimmed behind her, she could finally breathe. The weight in

approached the familiar black car,

glass, but before she could, the door opened slowly

moved forward, bowing slightly. "Good evening, Mr. Allen. Our matriarch sends her sincerest apologies for not realizing you

Jessica, who offered a weak shrug as if saying,

child awaiting rebuke. Davis didn’t know

breath, Davis picked up a small box from beside him in the car and handed it to the butler. "Please give

surprised but respectful, accepted the gift. "Very well, sir. I’ll pass along

"Thank you," she said softly to the butler before slipping in

glanced out the window, watching the lights grow fainter,

let out a slow, long sigh of

arms. "So, what’s up?" he murmured, comforted to finally hold her

already made peace with the idea of sleeping in his car. Yet her single message earlier—asking him to wait—had kept him hopeful. Kept him

I made a fresh set of enemies," she replied,

– Country

International Airport. The airport was quiet and calm, with only a few lights

passengers a young handsome

his longtime assistant

and security quickly. Their papers were stamped and cleared without

sedan awaited their