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

picked up immediately, but the frantic voice of the butler came

isn’t feeling well, after trying to stabilize her, she lost consciousness and

her feet, but a stabbing

the

things. "Where is she now?"

had

don’t panic. I’ll be there shortly," Jessica

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

like Davis’, it failed

to herself, though she couldn’t shake

the company’s intercom, she called the assistant. "Luke, I am about to leave the company, inform

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

the driver had already boarded the car

I will have to drive myself," she said to the driver in a firm

he took

drive in this state. Besides, you have already left the

are going

his back

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

will he explain to Davis that he left his wife to

he will be losing his job and possibly

his living, and driving her isn’t that

defeated. She slipped into the

the car rolled forward, her heart thumped violently. She glanced around the premises subtly as she scanned for

on her, but as she turned around, it was just an empty parking lot with no

out of the Allen Group, it joined the traffic speeding

fingers restlessly on her thighs,

the feeling of foreboding as it clung to her, heavier

"

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"

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the driver noticed their car was being tailed. His brow furrowed, his

and sat up. "What is the

are being followed," he said, his gaze

took a deep breath. "How many cars?" she

should

ahead, increase your speed. Let’s see

gas pedal. The cars behind did the same,

not be the usual tailing. It

do you think so?"