Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 349: You’ve grown up...

~Elsewhere~

Jessica’s car raced towards the countryside, her gaze outside the window as she watched the scenery blur past while she left the city.

The city, a place that had shrouded her life in mystery and confusion. As the buildings receded into the distance, she couldn’t help but wonder how things had ended up this way. So many questions, so few answers.

She held onto the hope that this trip would finally begin to unravel the tangled threads of her past.

Before setting out, she had made a crucial stop at the testing centre to drop the specimen she had taken from George’s hair during her trip to the Brown family.

She wished so much to have the test result without any delay. Hence, she requested an express service.

With the guarantee of having the result in 24 hours she was assured and then left but not without leaving a trusted guard to wait and watch.

She wouldn’t want to risk the result being tampered with or compromised at the moment as it held a serious answer to the truth she seeks.

Jessica’s gaze never left the window with several thoughts swirling in her mind, she watched the scenery blur past.

After a few hours, the car turned into an untarred road leading deeper into the countryside.

The path narrowed, and with every bump and curve, the air felt a little purer, a little more familiar.

Tall trees flanked either side of the winding road, their canopies interlaced, allowing golden shafts of sunlight to pierce through in dazzling patterns.

Wildflowers bloomed in bursts of colour, the warm amber glow of the morning sunlight kissing the petals as it sways gently in the morning breeze. Its fragrance, calming and enchanting.

Jessica rolled down the window, allowing the breeze to sweep in. It carried the scent of earth, hay, and distant pine. A calm refreshing breath.

The air was cool and soothing, brushing over her skin like a mother’s hand lulling a restless child to sleep.

Birds chirped, The birds chirped nonstop in symphony as they fluttered from branch to branch, flapping their wings at intervals, their melodies crisp and vivid.

From afar, the soft, steady gurgle of a stream echoed like an old lullaby as it rushed down the hills.

She remembered that stream well, especially the spot where the warm steam rose at the point of confluence evaporating into the sky, it was a beautiful sight.

She took a deep breath, the nostalgia washing over her like a balm as she recalled the days in the past when she spent her life here and the peace that followed.

A soft smile tugged her lips as she searched for the simplest description of this part of the world.

"I think this is the kind of place where time paused, where silence wasn’t empty, but full of life."

"A place where nature gives peace, and existence feels meaningful."

a quick panoramic shot of the

gentle stop before a modest bungalow nestled amid a lush garden of

was neatly trimmed, the tall trees surrounding it like natural

concrete, made it much easier

door glistened with

This humble hut used as kitchen once served as

until their life condition improved when Jessica’s efforts

she completed the building of that bungalow letting

can only be said, this was the first bungalow around this side

from a hole in its roof, carrying the scent of firewood and

of homeliness without the complexities of city life

the two buildings, with herbs and vegetables growing in patches along the

the car, her gaze swept across the compound. It appeared empty

way behind the kitchen and followed along the path into the woods before she paused, her eyes softening, her gaze gentle as it settled on

of freshly

her nose tingling, her eyes blurred

for her all through the darkest moments of her life, through every storm, every scar, every sorrow

of her grievances

to lodge her complaints, she wanted to tell her all the maltreatment she had experienced, all the cruelty she

the past when she would be pulled into her embrace and a lullaby sang to her or

cases, she will take out her time to praise her so much that she will see herself invincible

simply she had been the strong shoulder

across her face. She had missed this

her on the phone, that does not equal the bond of seeing her

left the basket behind

heart. She slowly pulled away

still crying like a child, will our princess always remain a crybaby?"

wronged but then you have

the urge to cry and complain even when she was this

that no matter how old one is, maternal affection will always make you

the countryside on foot in the

was as though they had not been together and had not been taking care of each other for the past

with her, even when she

was clear but as a child, she hadn’t taken note or

murmured with a

Nelly chuckled.

up the basket and they began walking

have you been,