Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 342: Absolutely no moral compass...

With her response, Vera moved slowly around the desk, her heels clicking faintly against the marble floor and each step deliberate.

She stopped a few metres beside Davis, Davis, lounging back in his chair, twirled a pen between his fingers, his sharp eyes trailing her every move with a cold, detached smirk dancing on his lips.

"Miss Louis," he said, his voice smooth and cutting, "if you know clearly, then get yourself out of this office and get the report ready."

Recalling the incident at the Allen family during the dinner, he had no doubt that Vera would be taking up the same act again.

"Davis, I know I have hurt you so much, but I have also paid a terrible price for my actions," she said.

"Price? For your actions?" Davis chuckled darkly, his tone low and sonorous.

It held no mirth but only laced with bitter amusement. The sound rooted Vera to the spot. She stared at him, stunned, as though she was hearing him laugh for the first time.

Taking a closer look, a thought tixking through her mind "The man seated before her was no longer the Davis she remembered who was earnest, devoted and who once loved her with everything he had.

This Davis was much more sharper and colder. She wondered if he had always been like this or that she never noticed.

Much more heartbreaking was the fact he had gradual become more more handsome than she could recall.

The glow in his features, the effortless control he now wielded... it was almost divine. And all of it as this moment reminded her of what she had lost.

The realization that she has lost so greatly had sank into her heart like a stone and t his moment she isn’t willing anymore.

The day she last saw him at the Allen estate, she blamed herself for everything that had transpired, for the betrayal, for choosing ambition over loyalty.

But now, standing before him while he seated in the same position, everyone had feared him to have lost just in a space one year plus, the sense of loss struck deeper, more bitter and painful.

Surprisingly, he seems to have moved on, risen higher, and she... she had been left behind in every way that mattered.

Davis slowly pushed his chair back, widening the space between them. His gaze was unreadable, yet pointed as his studied her with no hint curiosity but with mocking grin on his lips.

knew you..." he paused, letting the silence and meaning deepen, "I never imagined you could be so spineless. So shameless. With absolutely

her

face paled, her hand trembling as she felt both shame and fury bubbling

had once cherished and once

like that? But deep down, she couldn’t

looked at Davis for a moment, therw is not doing he now looked at her like she was nothing more than an

help the bitterness that welled up in her heart; she hated that it still hurt. Hated that

the Louis family, her adopted home for everything they had

voice cut clean through daze,

on his palm, he

hardened. "you are just

hard, shivering as his words turned the

pride, and what remained was a title she despised: someone’s wife. A position born of manipulation and convenience, a position hanging around her neck

be changed, but then you

but I have none of this

to say her touch in his life had been totally wiped out. Doesn’t that mean she is being as a

uttering any more word. Vera’s gaze flickered briefly to the intercom, a premonition settling in her mind, but

wouldn’t be so serious to

please bring someone in," Davis said into the line before hanging up and returning to his paperwork as though she didn’t

opened her mouth to say something, but a brief knock at the door made her pause, and then the door was

him were two of the shadow guards Jessica

only had disdain for her, as a silent fury that

been meaning to speak to her, wanting to confront her long ago, but

sight sickened him, that he sort for

toward the guards, who stepped

on the papers in front of him. Then, with a

if she cooperates. If she doesn’t..."

Vera leaving his

Vera stiffened in place.

she had lost