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."

in for dinner. Though I doubt he’ll eat—it’s far too late—but I’ll have the

only come to

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

second thought. After

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

Jessica stepped out of the Santiago mansion, it was close to midnight.

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

approached the familiar black car, heart

rose to tap the glass, but before she could, the

bowing slightly. "Good evening, Mr. Allen. Our matriarch sends her sincerest

eyes drifted to Jessica, who offered a weak shrug as

still like a child awaiting rebuke. Davis didn’t know whether to

small box from beside him in the car and handed it to the butler. "Please give this to the Lady Matilda. I only came to

accepted the gift. "Very well, sir. I’ll pass

she received in the car’s trunk. "Thank you," she said softly to the butler before slipping in

Santiago residence. Jessica glanced out the window, watching the lights

a slow, long sigh

gently pulled her into his arms. "So, what’s up?" he murmured, comforted to finally

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

made a fresh set of enemies," she

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was quiet and calm, with

amongst other passengers a young handsome

Maxwell, his longtime assistant pulling their luggage along

Their papers

the arrivals, a black luxury sedan awaited their arrival with