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.

outright insult passed through Davis’s mind. Yet, through it all, Ethan

an overwhelming sense of gratitude. He made a mental note to

might have done in a past life to deserve someone like Ethan.

warmth settled over him—a sense of

a sharp tension cut through the air. The bound men on the floor instinctively recoiled, recognizing the icy authority

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

cabinet. He selected a bottle and a decanter, poured the wine

emperor brought a sense of pride and relief to Ethan. He had witnessed this man at his pinnacle and through his

was locked on the motion of the liquid, yet his

what method the woman had used to cripple

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

were minor, they had failed to hurt her in any

had only been cut by

their own condition? Paralyzed, broken, unable

Davis returned,

aura, and elegance—even in battle—one conclusion stood out:

here?" Davis asked, his voice low, dangerously calm snapping them out of their

eyes darting anywhere but in his direction, searching for

repeat myself," Davis

Still, they said nothing.

"Tie them tighter."

men’s limbs. Any attempts they made at self-harm

to raise his voice. His silence, paired with methodical acts of torture,

bodies trembled, muscles spasming from pain, yet they received no sympathy.

voice cracked, gasping through clenched teeth, "We were only assigned the duty. Every transaction was

asked,