Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 393: I can’t give up like this...

In Jessica’s car, the world seemed to tilt in slow motion as the car’s front wheels lost grip on the rocky edge.

For a breathless instant, it hovered, balanced between salvation and doom as it snagged on brittle tree branches. Then, with a splintering crack, the branches gave way, and gravity took charge.

The violent crash of metal tearing through trees echoed down the cliffside, sending a flock of startled birds screaming into the sky.

Jessica’s heart dropped into her stomach, her breath hitched. Her heart thumped rapidly as the tree branches scratched the car’s body.

This wasn’t what she thought. Her mind raced on what to do but with such a situation she found herself at a loss.

The driver groaned from the impact as he lifted his hand to shield her head.

She opened her mouth to speak but the impact of the car as its hood slammed into the rock had her bite her tongue followed by violent cracks that shook the car like a toy being thrown around.

Continuing its descent, the branches tore at the windows, snapping and scraping, their jagged ends striking the metal as if trying to rip it apart.

Shards of glass exploded around them, glittering in the flashes of sunlight that broke through the tumbling blur. With each impact the driver groaned painfully.

Inside the car, their bodies were a tangled mess, the driver’s weight bore down on her, steady and unyielding, even as the car flipped and jolted with bone-rattling force.

His breathing came in gasps, blood seeping from his back, with the car nosediving his back had slammed against the front seat, pain coursing through every vein.

shut, every sound magnified in her ears...the grinding metal, the

opened her eyes. She could feel her body damp with warm liquid, no doubt it must be her

to speak to him but she felt the taste of blood in her mouth. Her lungs burned. The smell of dust, gasoline, and crushed

that this was the end, but the warmth of the driver’s arm over her head made her cling to

him, the tree holding the car cracked from its weight and the car

finally with a brutal crash, the car slammed against the rocks at the bottom

changed their position as the driver

loudly as it twisted, the remaining door windows shattered from the impact. And everything

from the driver, his

shallow and ragged as she tried

deep gash on her forehead with blood flowing endlessly, clearly from the last impact, her leg

but only a weak whimper slipped past her lips, quickly answered by the groan of the driver,

felt heavy, too heavy, but then a sharp ache ripped through her

tightening until it

good. We...have to...make it out of... this," she whispered hoarsely, panic swelling in

her body. She could hear her heartbeat pounding louder than the groans of

of pain crashed through her abdomen,

world around her blurred. Her vision drifted between flickers of light and

move, to sit up,

so fast that it sent her spiraling deeper into dread as she