Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

: Will your family accept the Santiagos’ daughter?

With Jessica’s question, Grandma Nelly’s tears fell. "You have really suffered over the years."

Without a clear understanding of why she had said so or what might have prompted her to say so, Jessica did the only thing that seemed feasible at the moment.

She calmly patted the old lady’s back, giving her time to pour out her pent-up emotion. Taking a glance back into the past, she couldn’t recall when the old lady had ever cried.

Even in times when she would cry, complain, or languish bitterly about her predicament, her mother’s death, her father’s heartlessness and the peril she was passing through, Grandma Nelly would always keep a strong front, making her believe all had been well.

When she returned to the countryside barefooted, in tattered clothes with bruises on some parts of her body, she only sighed and said, "Nora had expected this."

At that time, Jessica just stared at her as she tried to understand what exactly her mother had expected, but no matter how she thought about it, it was never clear even at this moment.

It seems her life as a child had been really protected and shielded, that she never understood the seriousness of every matter she had encountered and to say she is just left with her mother’s unjust death and her father’s infidelity in marriage.

After some time, Grandma Nelly dabbed her tears away and sat up to face Jessica. "My granddaughter, I think it is time you understand the circumstances surrounding you."

Jessica stared at her. She had taken this trip to find out the situation of things surrounding her true identity, but surprisingly at this moment she felt her heart burdened and heavy.

She felt the urge to keep the truth at bay as she felt the trepidation that the truth she learns will definitely disrupt her peaceful life.

Yet another part of her wanted to know the truth. While she was still contemplating on the best choice to make, Grandma Nelly’s voice snapped her out of her daze.

"I was never your Brown family grandmother like you were told."

This declaration felt like a thunderclap, it reechoed through her mind multiple times yet couldn’t find a place to settle.

Her mouth opened to speak but then she closed it again, not knowing exactly what she wanted to ask at the moment.

It seems everything she was made to understand was a lie from the beginning to the end.

lightly in acknowledgement of whatever thought that might be swirling in her mind. "I was just your mother’s nanny who had taken care

as though she was seeing her for the first time. She couldn’t believe

she never suspected her to have lived in

come she never noticed any trait in her to

if she had followed her mother from

had she not visited

part of a plan made

had sent her out to

aware of her existence

come she had always known the actions and activities going

the particular question to ask her, she couldn’t make out the one she could

voice, which only managed to come forth as a whisper. "Are you saying that you are not a Brown

living in this countryside just to

stared at her, dumbfounded. "My guardian?" she murmured. "But as long as I remember, you

"Yes, because everything has been taken into consideration by your

and evolved into a precious gold, but the cold hands

felt her heart tightening as the truth gradually dawned, yet she couldn’t believe

sighed. "Jessica, certain things are not exactly as you see

she understood the old lady was not joking in any aspect.

of the Santiagos’ family?" she

yet closer than blood,"

have you stayed

long as she was still in the womb,"

"Ah!"

what... what

did she... leave

took a deep breath. "Why had

vivid memory of the past played