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."

and took a quick panoramic shot of the

car came to a gentle stop before a modest bungalow nestled

the tall trees

and walkway, paved with concrete, made it

glistened with the reflections

hut built from mud and thatch. This humble hut used as kitchen once served as their home

death, they had lived in the mud house until their life condition improved when Jessica’s efforts towards a better

completed the building of that bungalow letting her grandmother

can only be said, this was the first

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

scent that smelt of homeliness without the complexities of city

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

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

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

basket of freshly plucked

voice cracking, her nose

through the darkest moments of her life, through every storm, every

all of her

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

like in the past when she would be pulled into her embrace

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

been the strong shoulder that was there for her

plastered across her face. She had

phone, that does not equal the bond

with her walking stick, she left the basket behind and moved toward

pulled away as she raised her trembling hand

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

have been wronged but then you have been able to make

would still feel the urge to cry

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

countryside on foot in the company of

about what to do. It was as though they had not been together and had not been taking care of

had cried with her, even

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

crybaby," she murmured with

Nelly chuckled.

up the basket and

you