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.

she tried to focus her attention on the files, her phone buzzed, and it was a call from the Santiagos’

the frantic voice of the

trying to stabilize her, she lost

to her feet, but a stabbing pain tore

you alright?" the

things. "Where is she now?" she pressed, her

Central Hospital. An IV had been hung

don’t panic. I’ll be there shortly,"

with a beep. She swiftly dialed another number. "Dean, please can you attend to Lady Matilda

but like Davis’, it failed to

to herself,

am about to leave the company, inform me of

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

left the office. Downstairs, the

"I think I will have to drive myself," she said

face, his brow furrowed as he took in the sight of her heavy

in this state. Besides, you have already left the

you are going to disobey me?"

his back in his seat. "No,

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

to Davis that he left his wife

be

her isn’t

slipped into the back seat,

her heart thumped violently. She glanced around the premises subtly

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

the car made its way out of the Allen Group, it joined the traffic speeding towards the

tapped her fingers restlessly on her thighs, her gaze

of foreboding as it clung

"

"

"

"

drive to the hospital was peaceful at first, but then the driver noticed their car was being tailed. His brow furrowed, his

his abnormal behavior and

followed," he said, his gaze darting

many cars?" she

it should

speed. Let’s

gas pedal. The cars behind did the same,

ma’am, this might not be the

so?"