Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 392: This can’t be the end...

~Four Days later~

Jessica’s days had fallen into a regular rhythm: waking up, having breakfast, heading to the company, and returning in the evening; closing each day with phone calls to Davis, where they shared the small details of their lives.

The routine was monotonous, but she accepted it. Things needed to be done.

At the company, her reforms swept through the entire unit like wildfire. Staff whose allegiance had been with Desmond were dismissed..

Several new policies were made, partnership conditions reviewed and adjusted to be more strict, her purpose was clear...to prevent a repeat of disasters like the Alpha Project.

The DNA results had been collected, and though they merely confirmed what she already knew yet she felt shocked. She is an Anderson.

At home, she had shown Elder Allen her proof of identity as well the second key to the vault.

That night, she requested that he prepare to hand the key to Davis upon his return, so as to gain access to the blueprint.

After so many considerations, she arrived at one conclusion: "continue the research and attain the set goal."

She longed to see the project revived in earnest and unveiled before long.

Too much had been sacrificed; her mother, and others who had given their lives just to keep it safe. She wouldn’t want it lying in some kind of vault...not anymore.

The days drifted by, and now it was only one day before Davis’ return. Jessica arrived at the company earlier than usual.

She had scheduled a meeting with the department heads to lay out the plans for the next quarter.

From Luke Norman’s report on the previous plans, she made several corrections and adjustments.

By the time the meeting ended, it was already past two in the afternoon.

Stepping into her office, a wave of unease struck her. Her heart clenched with dread, pounding violently in her chest as though it sought to escape.

Jessica pressed her hand against her chest, taking deep breaths to steady herself, but the sensation only worsened. "No... too bad," she whispered through an exhale.

"What is going on?" she muttered.

But she felt her hand tremble. She pulled it away from her chest and forced herself into her seat while she battled to regain her composure.

The last time she had this sort of feeling was when they were attacked on their way home after the Allen family gathering.

"Davis... you must be alright." Her prayer was silent, but fervent.

She grabbed her phone, dialing his number, but it wouldn’t connect.

Jessica stood up from her seat, pacing the office anxiously while she muttered prayers under her breath for Davis’ safety while frantically trying to reach him or Ethan.

She dialed Deborah’s number to ascertain the situation at home, but the report came back that all is well. She sighed and settled back on the seat, yet the feeling became stronger and unrelenting.

focus her attention on the files, her phone buzzed, and it was a call from

frantic voice of the

trying to stabilize

but a stabbing pain tore

alright?" the

things. "Where is she now?" she pressed, her mind already racing

at the Central Hospital. An IV had

I’ll be there shortly,"

please can you attend to Lady Matilda Santiagos, I will soon be there," she said, her voice

Donald’s number, but like Davis’, it failed

down, Jessica. Nothing is going wrong," she whispered to herself, though she couldn’t shake the heavy premonition building

"Luke, I am about to leave the company, inform me of any changes,"

glancing round the office one last time, as though she wanted this office

her handbag, she left the office. Downstairs, the driver

paused in her footsteps. "I think I will have to drive myself," she said to the driver in a

he took in the sight of

so sorry ma’am, but you can’t drive in this state. Besides, you have already left the guards

mean you are going to disobey me?"

straightened his back

leave a pregnant woman with such a heavy stomach to go driving, when I am paid to do this job,"

to Davis that he left his wife to drive

that mean he will be losing

her isn’t that burdensome since

a sigh, defeated. She slipped into

around the premises subtly as she scanned for any presence but there was nobody

felt a lingering gaze on her, but as she turned around, it was just

out of the Allen Group,

restlessly on her thighs, her gaze

feeling of foreboding as it clung to her, heavier with every mile from

"

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"

"

then the driver noticed their car was being tailed. His brow furrowed, his grip on the wheel

abnormal behavior and sat up.

are being followed," he said, his gaze darting

"How many

should be two," he

ahead, increase your speed. Let’s see

driver pressed down on the gas pedal. The cars behind did the same, keeping

not be the

so?"