Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

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.

a flicker of longing. For the first time since leaving the hospital,

remembered the pain

Davis was giving her the

refuse, she hoped he could always accompany her, but staring at the gate she had her fears, yet she couldn't voice

inhaled deeply, forcing her courage as she met his gaze "How long have we

at his tone; he didn't know why she asked and

.

him, her voice quiet but firm. "Davis, I don't remember

His hand gripped the steering wheel until

hoped that their visit would be enough that she would

give them an opportunity to

would no longer insist on living outside

didn't want to force her.

She had paid a lot, and above all,

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

made her heart ache. Gently, she touched his cheek.

and confusion swirling in them. His lips

I'm only asking you… to

finally spoke. "So… you're

was able to stay married to you for two years,

sunlight after rain. "Don't worry about the memories," he whispered, pulling her close. "We

let him hold her for a heartbeat, then pulled away but not

rapidly, swiping at his damp eyes with the back of his palm. He lacked words to

the gate already open, waiting for them, he drove into the

a small group of waited eagerly. Jessica glanced at Davis. "You told

doctor had already declared you fit for discharge. There's

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

her grandmother,

"Have they always been this

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

a familiar figure amongst the

are some you have not met because they aren't in town," he said as he unclasped her seat

the car, came over, and opened the door for her. Jessica sat back briefly

she had mixed feelings

down. Holding her hand in

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

had prepared earlier, Jessica managed to keep up, surprising herself

relieved and happy as they ushered them

feeling that she had once been there poked at

the twins,"

"Twins?" she asked, confused.

you hadn't woken up, but now that you are awake,

Deborah standing behind

lead the way." She said though her heart raced with

the nursery. She stopped at a closed door

can go in," she said with a

while Jessica stood transfixed staring at the

them safe during the accident…by

the door open, gently he held her hand

felt her breath catch in her throat as she took in the sight of the twins nursery. There's no doubt Davis had taken out

was bright and airy, painted in a soft neutral tone of cream with gentle touches of sky blue and pink to balance

in cozy bedding; one with star patterns, the other with tiny

wall, a wide dresser doubled as a changing table, neatly

of clouds, moons, and animals added

perfect for late-night cuddles, with a small

bosoms. Seeing them, they stood up. Their gazes

nerves, legs trembled as she moved towards the babies. Her

her settled down with the children in her arms, Davis sighed with

at the women who stood some distance away, lingering in silence. "Don't worry about them," he said softly, his gaze sliding back to the little trio before him. "She

eyes warmed as he stepped closer. "Do you mind

the two babies, their distinct features that marked them apart from the

fixed on her face as though to see her, her

admitted, her voice catching. "Though I never knew they were the reason…I felt lost." Her voice cracked but as she watched their tiny hands wriggle against the blankets, a soft smile played on her

you think I have also missed and neglected them myself?" his

left him with just a minimal opportunity

visited them at intervals and spoke to them. At some point, they had became his only confidants, his silent comfort, his

had with them telling them how much their mother

and painful it was to see her lying in

couldn't do anything to

watching the fragile rise and fall of their tiny

visits had always been riddled with pain, frustration, and

had rarely paused to appreciate them, to truly see them as God's gift, to see them as two

to appreciate them as God's gift in his moment of waiting for a

always placed their mother above them, not like

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

a routine; arriving from the hospital at seven, slipping into the nursery to

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

adapt to his rhythm and

and their familiar soft coo sound as though they were greeting him with a tender "good

here and with a glance backwards, Davis felt a