Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 394: Hubby, you can’t catch up...

It was a bright sunny day, the weather warm and calm, yet the woods felt much cooler.

The leaves rustled gently as the wind whispered through, sunlight piercing between branches and scattering streaks of gold across the forest floor.

Birds chirped endlessly as they darted through the trees, their flapping wings giving the woods a rhythm of their own.

Somewhere in the distance, a stream rumbled low and steady, its voice blending into the calm of nature.

Through the narrow path walked Davis, dressed in a crisp charcoal suit. His gold watch caught the sunlight, flashing briefly, his expression calm yet unreadable. Beads of sweat clung to his forehead, his pace steady along what felt like an endless path.

Some distance from the stream, he saw Jessica. She was dressed in a simple maternity suit, a milk-coloured chiffon blouse tucked neatly into her pants.

Her hair was gathered loosely with a band, the tips dancing in the breeze. She stood with her back towards the stream, her smile bright and warm.

"Hubby," she called sweetly.

Davis froze. His gaze softened, calm and tender, yet his eyes darted quickly around the woods. "Babe," he called back, voice low, "why are you here?"

Jessica giggled softly. "I waited for you, but you weren’t coming. So, I made a trip here."

He stepped towards her, but she moved back with every step. "Why come alone? Didn’t we agree to go together when I returned?" His tone carried concern.

She shrugged, mischief glinting in her eyes. "Call it my decision." Her hand brushed over her baby bump, gentle and protective. "I just thought...I would give birth here and come home with him."

Davis chuckled, shaking his head. "Aren’t you in a rush? It’s still seven weeks away."

"Who says one can’t give birth before the due date?" she teased, lips curving into a smirk.

Still, she would not stay still. Each time he advanced, she stepped back, edging closer to the stream.

His brow furrowed. "Babe, stop. There’s a stream behind you."

"Are you scared of the stream?" she teased.

"Not scared. But with such a belly...can you even swim?"

Did you just say I

anything, even swim across the Atlantic...always the best," he joked,

between them stretched, endless and cruel. Frustration filled his voice. "Babe...let me hold you," he pleaded,

but her footsteps only

please. Didn’t you mention you came for

she smiled, though pain flickered behind it. "Hubby, you can’t catch up with me. I love you...but you must

live well...not just me. Us." He

She pointed

by the heavy splash of

voice tore through the woods as

"Sir! Sir!"

shot open. Ethan stood over him, concern etched across

breath ragged, his heart

unsettled by his condition. He reached to check his temperature, but there

Davis murmured again and again, tears swelling in

dreamt?" Ethan

sleeping. It was raw...clear. I lost her. I couldn’t stop her. I couldn’t hold her." His body shivered as the

Ethan

He wasn’t having

"Five," Ethan answered.

clear and

gouged out. If only there was a means to call her, to hear her voice, but then five hours...he doubted if he could take that much without

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the scene of the accident, it

around to drive away but noticed their car had been blocked from the rear,

racing towards the truck that had run into

tight formation, rescue kits already in hand. They rushed

different affiliations. Yet none of that mattered now. They

of the team leaders as they struggled on how to reach the crashed car beneath the

yet directed at