Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 422

Chapter 1077

Zada’s eyes lit up. “The boat’s here!”

Sierra froze. A boat? She hadn’t actually expected one to show up.

The phone call earlier hadn’t even gone through–she had just been talking to herself. So this boat definitely wasn’t here for Zada.

But if Zada got on that boat and left, that would ruin everything.

After all her careful planning, Sierra had still missed something. She was speechless.

Zada turned to her with a bright smile. “Thank you so much, Sierra. The boat’s here. I’m getting on now–I’m finally leaving this place.”

Sierra panicked. “Wait! You didn’t bring any luggage or money, did you? You don’t even know anyone out there! Just wait a second. I’ll grab you some cash!”

She was trying to stall Zada, to trap her with an excuse.

But Zada caught her hand. “No, it’s fine. I’ve got some money on me, and it’s enough to get by. What matters right now is getting on that boat!”

Sierra’s heart started to race.

Zada brought her own money? Then what excuse could she use to stop Zada? One way or another, she couldn’t let Zada leave.

Where the hell was Shaun? And how did this boat just happen to show up right now?

A chill ran down Sierra’s spine. Something about tonight felt wrong. She could sense that trouble was about to hit.


She said quickly, “I just remembered that Emerson never sent me the ticket info!”

Zada froze. “What? He didn’t send it? But the boat’s already here! How am I supposed to get on without a ticket?

“I don’t know what’s wrong with that guy,” Sierra said, pretending to sound annoyed.

“Then call him!” Zada urged. “Please, call Emerson right now! I have to get out of here. Mr. Lane’s people are after me. If they catch me, I’m done for! And I’ll never find out who killed Halsey!”

Sierra put on a sympathetic face. “I know, I know. I’m worried too. I’ll call him right now.”

She pulled out her phone and dialed a fake number.

Zada leaned in. “Did he pick up?”

Sierra frowned. “Not yet. Come on, Emerson, where are you? Pick up, damn it!”

Zada grew more anxious. “Try again! Please!”

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“He’s not answering,” Sierra said, feigning frustration. “He’s probably busy. Let’s just wait a bit.”

Zada frowned. “Are you sure this Emerson guy’s reliable?”

“Of course he is,” Sierra lied smoothly. “Let me try again. Just stay calm.”


She dialed the same empty number once more, knowing no one would ever answer. She only needed to buy time until Shaun got here.

Phone in one hand, she scanned the horizon, silently begging for Shaun to appear.

Normally, he was lightning–fast, especially when it came to anything involving Halsey. He’d practically fly over if needed. But tonight, he was taking forever.

No matter how hard she stared, he never showed.

When Sierra finally turned back, her heart skipped a beat–Zada was gone.

She looked toward the dock and saw Zada standing by the boat, talking to the captain. From their gestures, it looked like she was asking questions. The man nodded.

Then Zada came running back, grinning from ear to ear. “Sierra! No need to wait! You don’t have to call Emerson anymore!”Chapter 421 421: Meeting the twins...

After a few hours at Jessica's mansion, they both left the house. Jessica felt frustrated about the situation.

She had actually doubted the fact she was married, but after this visit and with several photos and videos of her and Davis together, her doubt had been cleared.

And now it was replaced with worry, and her thoughts couldn't help but race with trepidation and fear.

"How would I lose such a memory?"

"What exactly happened?"

"Though I might be able to build new ones, the old is certainly needed."

"I really have to jog up this memory in one way or another?"

Beside her, Davis caught her troubled expression and shook his head, resigning himself to her silence, letting her be with her thoughts.

The visit had at least given him a stepping stone, a chance to reintroduce himself, to explain fragments of their life together. It was progress, though far from enough.

As they approached his estate, Davis slowed at the gate and glanced at her. His voice was gentle, deliberate. "Babe, we are home."

Jessica froze, her eyes fixed on the gate. She understood what he meant as the weight of his words sank deep.

heart…confusion, fear, a flicker of longing. For the first time since leaving

She remembered the pain that flashed on his face days ago when she refused

asking again, Davis was giving her the chance to


found herself feeling reluctant to refuse, she hoped he could always accompany her, but staring at the gate she had her fears, yet she

met his gaze "How long have we been married?" she

he answered, though uncertainty tugged at his tone; he didn't know why she asked and no matter the reason, it's definitely not

.

don't remember you… or

hand gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles whitened. His

their visit would be enough that she would finally accept their life together, that she

she would give them

no longer insist on

yet he didn't want to force her.

She had paid a lot, and above

one point to another, Jessica shook her

seat belt, turning to him. His blurry eyes made her heart ache.


relief, and confusion swirling in them. His lips parted but he couldn't form any

faintly. "You misunderstood me. I'm only asking you…

cracked when he finally spoke.

years, give it another two years… let me see if I really

worry about the memories,"

let him hold her for a heartbeat, then pulled away but not without sparing

his palm. He lacked words

on the ignition. With the gate already open, waiting for them, he drove into the compound

waited eagerly. Jessica glanced at Davis. "You told

already declared you fit

memory, she never had a family waiting for her to return or expecting her

grandmother, others had always been

always been this way for the


nodded. "Yes, they had, most especially Deborah, who had to nag… packing up snacks, food, and even drinks for you whenever you are

sight of a familiar figure amongst the group,

not met because they aren't in town,"

door for her. Jessica sat back briefly

she had mixed feelings about

helped her step down. Holding her hand in his,

pulled her into her embrace, her eyes glistening with tears threatening to fall. "Thank God you made it through," she

earlier, Jessica managed to keep up, surprising

and

Jessica felt the familiarity, and the feeling that she had once been there

meet the twins,"

"Twins?" she asked, confused.

you met them the first time you hadn't woken up, but now that

found Deborah standing behind her with

you lead the way." She said though her

them towards the nursery. She stopped at

can go in," she said with

nodded while Jessica stood transfixed staring at the

keep them safe during the accident…by the time they were brought out, you were

tightened. Davis pushed the door open, gently he held her hand and led her into the

the sight of the twins nursery. There's no doubt

soft neutral tone of cream with gentle

cribs stood side by side, each dressed in cozy

doubled as a changing table, neatly stocked with

the cribs, playful wall decals of clouds, moons, and animals added a

sat a rocking chair, perfect for late-night cuddles, with a small bookshelf nearby holding

the children in their bosoms. Seeing them, they stood up. Their

steady her fraying nerves, legs trembled as she moved

in her arms, Davis sighed with quiet

stood some distance away, lingering in silence. "Don't worry about them," he said softly, his gaze sliding

as he stepped closer. "Do you mind if I help you carry

babies, their distinct features that marked them

on her face as though to see her, her chest tightened, and she shook her

"Though I never knew they were the reason…I felt lost." Her voice cracked but as she watched their tiny hands

I have also missed and neglected them myself?" his tone was

her had left him with just a minimal opportunity to be with them or even to hold them properly

at intervals and spoke to them. At some point, they had became his only confidants, his silent comfort, his little "garbage bag" for everything

brief moment he had with them telling them how much

painful it was to see her lying in the ICU

couldn't do anything

he would simply stand there, watching the fragile rise

visits had always been riddled with


of his despair, he had rarely paused to appreciate them, to truly see them as God's gift,

had the chance to bother about what they look like or to appreciate them as God's gift in his moment of waiting

above them,

had only

into the nursery to spend thirty minutes with them, then rushing through his bath and dressing

he was ready, Deborah would be waiting at the door with his breakfast packed in a thermo, and soon after, he would be gone

to his rhythm and their timing adjusted to

tiny hands, and their familiar soft coo sound as though they were

here and with a glance backwards, Davis felt a sharp ache

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