Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 424

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.

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

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

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?" she asked softly.


Davis stared at her, his eyes narrowed with shock, relief, and confusion swirling in them. His lips parted but he couldn't form any word.

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

His voice cracked when he finally spoke. "So… you're not leaving anymore?"

She nodded. "If I was able to stay married to you for two years, give it another two years… let me see if I really did. Just that…"

Relief broke over him like sunlight after rain. "Don't worry about the memories," he whispered, pulling her close. "We can build new ones together."

Jessica let him hold her for a heartbeat, then pulled away but not without sparing him a glance.

Davis blinked rapidly, swiping at his damp eyes with the back of his palm. He lacked words to express how he felt at the moment.

Davis turned on the ignition. With the gate already open, waiting for them, he drove into the compound in one swift motion.

Outside the main door, a small group of waited eagerly. Jessica glanced at Davis. "You told them..?"

you fit for

memory, she never had a family

grandmother, others had always been her

eyes stung. "Have they always been this way for the past two


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

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," he said as he unclasped her

alighted from the car, came over, and opened the door for her. Jessica sat

she had mixed feelings

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

forward and pulled her into her embrace, her eyes glistening with tears threatening to fall.

notes Richard had prepared earlier,

relieved and happy

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

meet the

"Twins?" she asked, confused.

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

Deborah standing behind her with a warm,

way." She said though

the nursery. She stopped at a closed

in," she said with

while Jessica stood transfixed staring at the

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

gently he held her hand and led her into

she took in the sight of the twins nursery. There's no doubt Davis had taken out his time to plan for the kids

nursery was bright and airy, painted in a soft neutral tone of cream with gentle touches

cribs stood side by side, each dressed in cozy bedding; one

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

of clouds, moons, and

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

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

her fraying nerves, legs trembled as she moved

down with the children in

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

you mind if I help you carry one

gaze swept over the two babies, their distinct features that marked them

on her face as though to see her, her chest

reason…I felt lost."

also missed and neglected them myself?" his

had left him with just a minimal opportunity to be with them or even to hold

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

with them telling them how much

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

was powerless and couldn't do anything to

times, words failed him, and he would simply stand there, watching the fragile rise and fall of their tiny chests while

visits had always been riddled with pain,


as God's gift, to see them

they look like or to appreciate them as God's gift in his moment

mother above them,

return home, his time with them had only shrunk further becoming less and

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

packed in a thermo, and soon after, he would be gone again, not returning until the same hour

the babies seemed to adapt to his rhythm

awake wriggling their tiny hands, and their familiar soft coo

here and with a glance backwards, Davis felt a

to truly be present for them. Failed to appreciate them for being strong. The guilt pressed heavier than ever,

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

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

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


was her mother's mirror, a replica of Jessica…onyx eyes flecked with honey, ebony hair though

to say they

me hold her," Davis murmured

arched a brow. "Why ask for her? Shouldn't you

"I am. But I'm more concerned

quirked. "I guess you have

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 was,

should understand early that he has a major role in protecting

words, the little

and laughed together, the atmosphere of the nursery

boundaries of memory loss bridged as they found warmth and relief

its golden glow draping over the family of four,

gaze, their eyes meeting and locking for


have no names," 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

in her throat. Her gaze softened as she stared down at them,

slept for a long time,"

I just say 'Mom'?" Her brow furrowed at the word as her thoughts raced. It had escaped her lips so fast and natural beyond her expectation, leaving her at a

a

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

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

"You mean… I usually talked to them before the accident?" she asked, trying to picture how

they kick in

Did she laugh?

swell as it

resolve to recover her memory burned brighter. She would recover them, piece by piece, no matter how long

to them, was there any name we

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

you are supposed to repeat the ultrasound

children named, Davis and

was as though a long, unanswered prayer, one he feared Heaven had forgotten had

because att the sound of Davis' chosen word, "Jasmine," her gaze

had momentarily masked it, but now, as silence settled in, the question gnawed at her

tiny blanket, and her eyes narrowed as she lifted them to Davis. "Why did you choose the name Jasmine out of

name that would suit the Allen princess and heiress, but

not be wrong to think he had carefully thought of

in his arms, her dazzling features that constantly reminded him

from despair, left no stone unturned to see

proud

like the name," he whispered, his voice

She observed the subtle shifts in his expression: the gentleness, the gratitude, the love that seemed etched into every line of his face.

head pressed against her chest, his small hand searching blindly for his mouth. A sigh escaped her

of the chance to

mother could. Now, with them warm in her arms, the reality weighed heavily on her chest. She felt sorry and burdened

gaze from Jasmine just in time to catch the flicker of sadness and pain clouding Jessica's features. His chest tightened. "Babe, what is the problem?" he asked,

she murmured. But the sorrow written in her eyes told another story, one

closer, shaking his head in denial, unwilling to accept her dismissal. "Baby," he coaxed softly, "you know it wouldn't be a burden if you let us share

at his words. As we've always done. The phrase echoed in her ears, tugging at the fragments of memories she couldn't

tightened. "Do we?" she asked, her voice fragile, hopeful yet

twins, blinking against the sting in

lingered on Davis' lips faded instantly.

the NICU, and afterward, the feeding had continued at home. In truth, he hadn't given

been unconscious," he said quietly, lowering his eyes, "there's no

countered quickly, her voice firmer

face. "You can forget about it if it's too much. It's not like we can't afford the best

all he could afford, he wasn't ready to make his wife suffer just

were meant to soothe, but Jessica's

of mother," she whispered. "I want to bond with them naturally. Breastfeed them. Care for them…" Her voice trailed off, the weight of longing

"But you've spent six weeks in the hospital," he reminded her gently. "It's impossible to

entirely impossible. It

feared making her feel bad and inadequate. The thought

brows

his thumb brushing lightly over her knuckles. "You don't have

faintly, gratitude flickering in her eyes. Still, she made a mental note to

quick to

do I have my own space, or do

What about now?

Her chest tightened.

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