Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 297: Why didn’t you send her home?

Davis slowly walked down the stairs after a refreshing bath. Dressed in a dark, crisp shirt and black pants, his hair damp and pushed back, his eyes closed and the tension in his shoulder palpable.

Now that Jessica was finally asleep, he could fully face the situation that had been waiting for him downstairs.

His sharp eyes scanned the living room from the top of the stairs. The house staff had long vanished, having wisely removed themselves from the unsettling presence and gruesome sight of the men tied up below.

Standing nearby was Ethan, alongside another guard whom Davis presumed Ethan had summoned.

Davis’ expression was cold and detached, void of emotion, as he descended the staircase—an action he had believed was impossible just a year ago. With several doctors declaring his situation beyond remedy, he has lost the hope and the will to walk again.

Yet, It was almost ironic: his first steps on this staircase back into action were not for his own decision, but to settle a score for the wife he was forced to marry as a crippled man. She had gradually become a presence, he couldn’t live without.

Each step he took down the stairs carried the weight of a reckoning and a score to settle. His appearance spelled doom for the intruders.

Jessica had been attacked not on the street, but in the one place that should have been safest. That alone made his blood boil, his fist clenched by his side.

If there was ever a moment to be reminded of his failures, this was it.

"Has my home really become so vulnerable that enemies can walk in without fear?" he thought bitterly.

He couldn’t deny it. Things had spiraled out of control—because he had let them. He had accepted defeat when he should have fought. He had stepped back when he should have stood tall.

His thoughts flickered to the days after his discharge from the hospital and his thoughts drifted to Ethan, his ever-loyal assistant, he had practically been the one that dragged him forward.

He had been more than an assistant. He had been a rock during the hardest times. He had scolded, pushed, and sometimes even led where Davis had faltered.

Looking at him now, still handling matters without needing instruction, Davis felt a deep sense of gratitude.

Ethan’s past words echoed in his mind—taunts laced with concern, the determined glares filled with worry, and quiet loyalty that never wavered.

through Davis’s mind. Yet, through it all, Ethan had stayed. Loyal.

overwhelming sense of gratitude. He made a mental note to have Jessica reward Ethan properly. He deserved more than just

good deeds he might have done in a past life to deserve someone like Ethan. His words now echoed in Davis’s mind, clear and motivating: "The world won’t wait for

over him—a sense

The bound men on the floor instinctively recoiled, recognizing the icy authority that

said anything useful?" Davis asked, settling into the couch. His tone was calm but

to the wine cabinet. He selected a bottle and a

man

gaze was locked on the motion of the liquid, yet his

still trying to figure out what method the woman had used to cripple them in just

how she had incapacitated them so quickly. They were trained, experienced, and yet within moments of facing

had failed to hurt her in any

only been cut by a mere slash by shards

condition? Paralyzed, broken,

have left the building before Davis returned,

aura, and elegance—even in battle—one conclusion

Davis asked, his voice low, dangerously

eyes darting anywhere but in his direction, searching for any

won’t repeat

Still, they said nothing.

"Tie them tighter."

the men’s limbs. Any attempts they made at self-harm to escape interrogation

didn’t need to raise his voice. His silence, paired with

were broken down. Their sweat-soaked bodies trembled, muscles spasming from pain, yet they received no sympathy. They had dared to

a thread, one finally broke. His voice cracked, gasping through clenched teeth, "We were

is your superior?" Davis asked,