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.

didn't want to hurt her. She had paid a lot, and above all,

another, Jessica shook her head. She

him. His blurry eyes made her heart ache. Gently, she touched his cheek. "Aren't we going in?" she


shock, relief, and confusion

me. I'm only asking you…

voice cracked when he finally

was able to stay married to you for two years, give it

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

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

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

already open, waiting for them, he

the main door, a small group of waited eagerly. Jessica glanced

doctor had already declared you fit for discharge. There's no

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

her grandmother, others had always been

they always been this way


who had to nag… packing up snacks, food, and even

familiar figure amongst the group, but as she wanted to ask, Davis turned

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

opened the door for her. Jessica

didn't know why, but she had mixed feelings

her hand in his, he led her

stepped forward and pulled her into her embrace, her eyes glistening with tears threatening to fall. "Thank God

introduced everyone. With the notes Richard had prepared earlier, Jessica

relieved and happy as

familiarity, and the feeling

meet the twins,"

"Twins?" she asked, confused.

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

standing behind her with

said though her

stairs leading them towards the nursery. She stopped at a

can go in," she

transfixed staring at the closed

slowly took her hand. "You expended so much energy to keep them safe during

open, gently he held

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

of cream

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

wide dresser doubled as a changing table, neatly stocked

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

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

they stood up. Their gazes drifted

breath to steady her fraying nerves, legs trembled as she moved towards the babies.

with the children in her

briefly 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 might want to spend some time

as he stepped closer. "Do you mind

their distinct features that marked them apart from the other tugged at

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

missed them a lot," she admitted, her voice catching. "Though I never knew they were the reason…I felt lost." Her voice cracked

also missed and neglected them myself?" his tone was soft

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

At some point, they had became his only confidants, his

he had with them

her lying in the ICU fighting

and couldn't do anything to

fragile rise and fall of

visits had always been riddled with pain,


them, to truly see them as God's gift, to see them as two miracles accompanying him in his wait

or to appreciate

above them, not

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

arriving from the hospital at seven, slipping into the nursery to spend thirty minutes with them, then rushing

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

adapt to his rhythm and

comes in, he would find them awake wriggling their tiny hands, and their familiar soft coo sound as though

backwards, Davis felt a sharp ache in

for being strong. The guilt pressed heavier than ever, and he silently vowed to make it

thoughts. "No matter what, you have spent more

settled on the

to his tummy, bore every imprint of his father; deep eyes, a straight


mother's mirror, a replica of Jessica…onyx

to say they

let me hold her," Davis murmured after

ask for her? Shouldn't you be more worried

small smirk. "I am. But

quirked. "I guess you have an uncommon

their daughter instead of their son. In many families, boys were prized above all, but here

he should understand early that he has a major role in protecting his

words, the little boy cooed softly,

and laughed together, the atmosphere of the nursery was

warmth and relief in the bundles

the curtains, its golden glow draping over the family of four, casting a picture

locking for a heartbeat before she looked away as her heart


Davis said after a pause, his voice low. His gaze was fixed on the little girl in his arms, her tiny fingers curled tightly around his own, which he

she stared down at them, with soft caress she

slept for a long time," she

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

am a mother now,

up with amusement. He had glanced at her the moment she spoke but

raised his hope of a better day closeby. "You don't have to be surprised," he reassured gently. "You've always talked to them,

before the accident?" she asked, trying to picture

they kick in

Did she laugh?

swell as it did

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

I had always talked to them, was there any name

talks, she

you never knew they were two, you are supposed to repeat the ultrasound

Davis

plastered on his face. It was as though a long, unanswered prayer, one he feared Heaven had forgotten had

case with Jessica because att the sound of Davis' chosen word, "Jasmine," her gaze had flickered to him in

settled in, the question gnawed at her heart and she couldn't help but wonder. "Why

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