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.

and above all, he didn't want to lose her,

thoughts dangled from one point to another, Jessica shook her head. She was certain he had misunderstood

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


at her, his eyes narrowed with shock, relief, and confusion swirling in them. His

misunderstood me. I'm only asking you… to cope

cracked when he finally spoke. "So…

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

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

her for a heartbeat, then pulled away but not

rapidly, swiping at his damp eyes with the back of his palm.

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

door, a small group of waited eagerly. Jessica glanced at

shrugged. "The doctor had already declared you fit

had a family waiting for her to

aside her grandmother, others had

her eyes stung. "Have they always been this way for


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

figure amongst the group, but as she wanted

have not met because they

and opened the door

had mixed feelings about this meeting. "Are you sure about

he helped her step down. Holding her hand in his,

her eyes glistening with tears threatening to fall.

everyone. With the notes Richard had prepared earlier, Jessica managed to keep up, surprising herself

both relieved and happy as they

room, Jessica felt the familiarity, and the feeling that she had

the twins,"

"Twins?" she asked, confused.

them the first time you hadn't woken up, but now that you are awake, you have to see

standing behind her with a warm, disarming

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

them towards the nursery. She stopped at a closed door and

can go in," she said

Jessica stood transfixed staring at

keep them safe during the accident…by the time they

he held her hand and led

nursery. There's no doubt Davis had taken out his time

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

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

edge of the wall, a wide dresser doubled as a changing table, neatly stocked with

clouds, moons, and

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

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

breath to steady her fraying nerves, legs trembled as she moved towards the babies. Her eyes stung.Chapter 422 422:

with the children in her arms, Davis sighed with quiet

he said softly, his

closer. "Do you mind if I help

swept over the two babies, their distinct features that marked them apart from the other tugged at her

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

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

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

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

At some point, they had became his only confidants, his silent comfort, his little "garbage bag" for

had with them

and painful it was to see her lying in the ICU fighting

he was powerless and couldn't do

he would simply stand there, watching the fragile rise and fall of their tiny chests while his

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 miracles accompanying him

chance to bother about what they look like or to appreciate them as God's gift in

their mother above them, not like he would change

time with them had only shrunk further becoming less and

hospital at seven, slipping into the nursery to spend thirty minutes with them, then rushing through his bath

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

seemed to adapt to his rhythm and their timing

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

a glance backwards,

them for being strong. The

of thoughts. "No matter what, you have spent more

rocking chair closer, lowering himself beside her. His gaze softened as it settled on the two little dumplings nestled

eyes, a straight nose, sharp jawline, and a startlingly cold


baby girl was in no way less striking. She was her mother's mirror, a replica of Jessica…onyx eyes flecked with honey, ebony hair though still curled

easier to say they had been carved

her," Davis murmured after a quiet stretch of

ask for her?

small smirk. "I am. But I'm more concerned about

lips quirked. "I guess you

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 was, breaking the mold

understand early that he has a

though in agreement with Davis' words, the

together, the

memory loss bridged as they found warmth and relief in the bundles of

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

lifted her gaze, their eyes meeting and locking for a heartbeat before she looked away as her heart


after a pause, his voice low. His gaze was fixed on the little girl in his arms, her tiny

her breath caught in her throat. Her gaze softened as she stared

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

had escaped her lips so

am a mother

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

of a better day closeby. "You don't have to be surprised," he reassured gently. "You've always talked to them, even before they were

asked, trying to picture how beautiful such moments

they kick

Did she laugh?

swell as it did

no recollection of the memory, her face fell, but then her resolve to recover her memory burned

always talked to them, was there any name we

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

"Actually, you never knew they were two, you are supposed to repeat the ultrasound scan before the encounter," he explained.Chapter 423 423:

Davis and Jessica's

face. It was as though a long, unanswered

with Jessica because att the sound of Davis' chosen word, "Jasmine,"

settled in, the

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