Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 317: Spicing things up.

Jessica stepped out of the president’s office, her heels echoing on the polished floors. She nodded once to the guards who straightened at her appearance waiting for her instructions.

With a calm, composed air that masked the storm brewing inside her, she glanced briefly at her wristwatch and spoke.

"Let’s go home. The time for the fashion show is just in an hour and a few minutes," she said.

She hadn’t expected that, by the end of the day, she would have spent a good amount of time in the Allen Group before heading over to the hotel.

Though, It hadn’t been her intention to linger so long at the Allen Group, but the last-minute meetings and a few surprise interjections from board members seeking final clarifications, time had slipped by like water through her fingers.

Taking a deep breath to calm her fraying nerves, she stepped forward to leave. With her checklist simple but essential, she made a few decisions:

Call Davis and ascertain the situation on his end, return home to prepare and like he promised—he would attend with her.

As they stepped into the elevator, her nose twitched slightly at the sterile scent of the elevator due to her high sensitivity to smell since her pregnancy.

Slowly, the door closed and the familiar hum of the elevator as it descended whined in her ears. Jessica dialed Richard’s number. He picked up on the first ring.

"Hello, Jess," his voice filtered through with a calm that reassured her.

Jessica paused briefly, her mind parsing the nuances in his tone; steady and unbothered. That meant no issues, no emergencies. Good.

"Just exited from a meeting. I’ll go home and get ready. I believe I’ll arrive in time to witness the red carpet," she explained calmly.

Richard acknowledged her plans, and after they exchanged a few updates before she ended the call just as the elevator dinged.

Calmly, she stepped out, sliding on her black sunglasses large enough to cover every inch of her eyes, yet stylish enough to give her a badass image that left the staff murmuring in awe and astonishment.

"Wahoo! She is beautiful."

"Don’t just look, that is your lady boss."

"Lady Boss?"

"Sure, she’s Davis Allen’s wife."

The comment sparked curiosity.

"You can’t be serious. How did he manage to marry someone like her?"

"He might be handsome, but a man in a wheelchair... It has its limitations."

"Does that include marrying a beautiful wife?" another asked.

"Not really...just kinda of..."she muttered searching for the best phrase to fit in.

"So beauty is only for

guess you shouldn’t talk too much and focus on your

explain Louis’s daughter leaving

has eyes for

take it as an indication that she is blind in her choice of worth," a

pulled out her phone and discreetly took a picture of Jessica from behind, her wavy hair

Like a mermaid,"

you aren’t caught, otherwise I’ll definitely light a candlelight vigil for

she snickered with a wide grin plastered

step and turned back, her gaze settling on the young lady. The click of her heel was the only sound for

who froze as she noticed her gaze

steps forward. The young lady hastily dropped

her head, amused. "Not so smart," she

lady

just speak to me?" she asked her

hear them from that distance with all

wide. "I hope

while "I guess she said

lady patted her chest,

Jessica continued through

of the revolving door echoed as

from another car approached and opened the door for her. That’s when she noticed it—not just

head throbbing at his

Davis.

in her tracks, she dialed his number, and

can we talk in a few minutes?" he

the guards around me," she said without

A pause.

him reclining, a half-smile

simple

She remained silent.

voice grew softer, more

They won’t invade your space. I already instructed

of

She climbed into the car as it pulled away from the Allen Group, a few other vehicles falling in line

the city’s tall buildings, the bustling traffic, and the many people toiling hard to make ends meet. She

she recalled its natural beauty: the rich horizon of tall trees, birds singing

to the fast-paced, scheming, and plotting life of

I need to visit my grandmother in the countryside," she mused. "It’s been a long time since I last visited." She took a

~Elsewhere~

penthouse stood tall, its floor-to-ceiling windows stretching across the vast open space,