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.

first time since leaving

It was clear what he meant. She remembered the pain that flashed

was giving her the


hoped he could always accompany her, but staring at the gate she had her fears, yet

met his gaze "How long have we been

his tone; he didn't know why she asked and no matter

.

nodded, then turned to him, her voice quiet but firm. "Davis, I don't remember you… or whatever it is

the steering wheel until his knuckles whitened. His

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

would give them an opportunity to start

insist on

thought… yet he didn't want to

her. She had paid a lot, and above all, he didn't want to lose her, not to anyone or

thoughts dangled from one point to another, Jessica shook her head. She

exhaled deeply and unbuckled her seat belt, turning to him. His blurry eyes made her heart ache. Gently, she touched his cheek. "Aren't we going in?"


eyes narrowed with shock, relief, and confusion swirling in them.

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

voice cracked when he finally

two years, give it another two years… let me see

worry about the memories," he whispered, pulling her close.

hold her for a heartbeat, then pulled away

his damp eyes with the back of his palm. He lacked words

waiting for them, he drove into the compound

a small group of waited eagerly.

you fit for discharge.

temples. In her memory, she never had a family waiting for her to

put more clearly, aside her grandmother, others had always

"Have they always been this way for


who had to nag… packing up snacks, food, and even drinks for you whenever you are going

narrowed as she caught sight of a familiar figure amongst the group, but as she wanted

there are some you have not met because they aren't in town,"

opened the door for her. Jessica sat back briefly to steady her

had mixed feelings about this

her hand in his, he led her to

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

earlier, Jessica managed to

group were both relieved and

familiarity, and the feeling that she had once been there

meet the twins," Davis

"Twins?" she asked, confused.

he murmured. "When you met them the first time you hadn't woken up, but now that you are awake, you

Deborah standing behind her with a

though her heart raced with both

stairs leading them towards the nursery. She stopped at a closed

in," she

nodded while Jessica stood transfixed staring at the closed

them safe during the accident…by the time they were brought out, you were already in a

the door open, gently he held her hand and

as she took in the sight of the twins nursery. There's no doubt

in a soft neutral tone of cream with gentle touches of sky blue

side by side, each dressed in cozy bedding; one with star patterns,

as a changing table, neatly stocked with baby essentials, while a soft rug spread across the floor for safe

wall decals of clouds, moons, and animals

perfect for late-night cuddles, with a small bookshelf nearby holding colorful storybooks and

held the children in their bosoms. Seeing them, they stood up. Their gazes drifted from

to steady her fraying nerves, legs trembled as she moved towards

settled down with the children in her arms, Davis

away, lingering in silence. "Don't worry about them," he said softly, his gaze sliding back to the little trio before him. "She might want to spend

closer. "Do you mind

the two babies, their distinct features that marked them apart

unfocused gaze fixed on her face as though to see her, her chest tightened, and she shook her head

they were the reason…I felt lost." Her voice

his head. "Don't you think I have also missed and neglected them myself?" his tone

a minimal opportunity to be with them or even to hold them properly in

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

the brief moment he had with them telling them how much their mother

painful it was to see her lying in

and couldn't do

and he would simply stand there, watching the fragile rise and fall of

been riddled with pain, frustration,


had rarely paused to appreciate them, to truly see them as God's gift, to see them as two miracles accompanying him in

about what they look like or to appreciate them

their mother above them, not like

them had only shrunk further becoming less and less as the days passed

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

time he was ready, Deborah would be waiting at the door with his breakfast packed in a thermo, and soon after, he would be gone again, not returning until the

some point, the babies seemed to adapt to his rhythm and their timing adjusted

find them awake wriggling their tiny hands, and their familiar soft coo sound as

backwards, Davis felt a sharp ache in

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