Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 423

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.

Several emotions swirled in her heart…confusion, fear, a flicker of longing. For the first time since leaving the hospital, she felt cornered by a decision only she could make.

She looked at Davis. It was clear what he meant. She remembered the pain that flashed on his face days ago when she refused to return here.

Now, by asking again, Davis was giving her the chance to refuse once more.


But instinctively she found herself feeling reluctant to refuse, she hoped he could always accompany her, but staring at the gate she had her fears, yet she couldn't voice them out.

She inhaled deeply, forcing her courage as she met his gaze "How long have we been married?" she asked.

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

.

Jessica nodded, then turned to him, her voice quiet but firm. "Davis, I don't remember you… or whatever it is we had. But I need you to understand me."

His chest tightened, his heart slamming against his ribs. His hand gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles whitened. His eyes reddened while his houghts raced.

At the moment, he felt lost, tired, and worn out. He had hoped that their visit would be enough that she would finally accept their life together, that she would stay.

That she would give them an opportunity to start anew.

That she would no longer insist on living outside his home.

Who would have thought… yet he didn't want to force her. He wouldn't.

a lot, and above all, he didn't

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

to him. His blurry eyes made her heart ache. Gently, she


relief, and confusion swirling

I'm only asking you… to cope with

cracked when he finally

married to you for two years, give it

worry about the memories," he whispered, pulling

then

at his damp eyes with the back of his palm. He lacked words to express how he felt at the

the gate already open, waiting for

group of waited eagerly. Jessica

fit for discharge. There's no need keeping

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

her grandmother, others had always been her

this group, her eyes stung. "Have they always been this way


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

she caught sight of a familiar figure amongst the group, but as she wanted to ask, Davis turned

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

door for her. Jessica sat back briefly

had mixed feelings about this meeting.

step down. Holding her hand in his, he led her to

with tears threatening

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

were both relieved and

and the feeling that she had once been there

meet the

"Twins?" she asked, confused.

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

standing behind her with a warm, disarming

though her heart raced with

towards the nursery. She stopped at a closed door and

she said

transfixed

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 led her

of the twins nursery. There's no doubt Davis had taken out his time to plan

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

matching cribs stood side by side, each dressed in cozy bedding; one with star patterns, the

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

the cribs, playful wall decals of clouds, moons, and

cuddles, with a small bookshelf nearby holding colorful storybooks

their bosoms. Seeing them, they

fraying nerves, legs trembled as she moved towards the babies. Her eyes stung.Chapter

settled down with the children in her arms, Davis

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

he stepped closer. "Do you mind if I

babies, their distinct features that marked

fixed on her face as though to see her, her chest

reason…I felt lost." Her voice cracked but as she watched their tiny hands wriggle against

have also missed and neglected them myself?"

he spent at the hospital beside her had left him with just a minimal opportunity to be

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

would spend the brief moment he had with them telling

painful it was to see her lying in the

he was powerless and couldn't do anything

the fragile rise and fall of their tiny

had always been riddled


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

they look like or to

always placed their mother above them, not like he would change that

had only shrunk

from the hospital at seven, slipping into the nursery to spend thirty minutes

in a thermo, and soon after, he

to adapt to

tiny hands, and their familiar

a glance backwards, Davis felt a sharp

failed them, failed to truly be present for them. Failed to appreciate them for being strong. The guilt pressed heavier than ever, and he silently vowed to

of thoughts. "No matter what, you have spent more time with them than I did." She

deeply and pulled a rocking chair closer, lowering himself beside her. His gaze softened as it settled on the two little dumplings nestled against her bosom. He silently and reverently traced every

wrapped halfway up to his tummy, bore every imprint of his father; deep eyes, a straight nose, sharp jawline, and a startlingly cold expression, as if the world owed him something


way less striking. She was her mother's mirror, a replica of Jessica…onyx eyes flecked with honey, ebony hair though still curled due to age, and the same

would be far easier to say they had been carved from the same

hold her," Davis murmured after a

her? Shouldn't you be more worried about your

am. But I'm more concerned

lips quirked. "I guess you have an uncommon

found herself wondering why he seemed so eager and much interested to hold their daughter instead of their son. In many families, boys were prized above all, but here he

that he has a major role in protecting his

in agreement with Davis' words, the little boy cooed softly, and they

and laughed together, the atmosphere of the

of memory loss bridged as they found warmth and relief in

curtains, its golden glow draping over the family of four, casting a picture of rare serenity and peace…enough to

locking for


on the little girl in his arms, her tiny fingers curled tightly around his own, which he twirled

softened as she stared down at them,

for a long time," she murmured, but the next

furrowed at the word as her thoughts raced. It had escaped her lips so fast and natural beyond her expectation, leaving her at

am a mother now,

out, Davis' lips curled up with amusement. He had glanced at her the moment she spoke but when no

instinctively accept the children naturally was enough for him and had raised his hope of a better day closeby.

usually talked to them before the accident?" she asked, trying to picture how beautiful such moments might have been and possibly if they had

kick

Did she laugh?

heart swell as

fell, but then her resolve to recover her memory burned brighter.

I had always talked to them, was there any name we agreed to

those tender talks, she had whispered a name …something from

are supposed to repeat the ultrasound scan before the encounter," he

named, Davis and

his face. It was as though a long, unanswered prayer, one he

because att the sound of

now, as silence settled in, the question gnawed at her heart and

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