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..?"

had already declared you fit for discharge.

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

more clearly, aside her grandmother, others

always been this way for


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

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

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

opened the door

but she had mixed feelings about

down. Holding her

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

Richard had prepared earlier, Jessica

both relieved and happy

familiarity, and the feeling

meet the

"Twins?" she asked, confused.

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

standing behind her with a warm,

way." She said though her heart

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

can go in," she said with a

stood transfixed staring at the closed

them safe during the accident…by the time they were brought out, you were already in

pushed the door open, gently he held her hand and

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

tone of cream with gentle touches of sky blue

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

doubled as a changing table, neatly stocked

clouds, moons, and animals added

perfect for late-night cuddles,

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

steady her fraying nerves, legs trembled as she moved towards the babies. Her eyes

settled down with the children in her arms, Davis

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

he stepped closer. "Do you

babies, their distinct features that marked

see her, her chest tightened, and she shook

were the reason…I felt lost." Her voice cracked but as she watched their tiny hands wriggle against the blankets, a

have also missed and

left him with just a minimal opportunity to be with them

in the NICU, he visited them at intervals and spoke to them. At some point, they had

with them telling them how much their

was to see her lying in the

and couldn't do anything to save

failed him, and he would simply stand there, watching the fragile rise and fall of their

had always been riddled with


to appreciate them, to truly see them as God's gift, to

look like or to

placed their mother above them,

had only shrunk further becoming less and less

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

door with his breakfast packed in a thermo, and soon after, he would be gone again,

some point, the babies seemed to adapt to his rhythm and their timing

them awake wriggling their tiny hands, and their familiar soft coo sound as though they were greeting him with a tender

with a glance backwards, Davis felt a sharp ache

for being strong. The guilt

spent more time with

settled on the two little dumplings nestled against her bosom. He silently

boy, wrapped halfway up to his tummy, bore every imprint of his father; deep eyes, a straight nose, sharp jawline, and a


replica of Jessica…onyx

would be far easier to say they

her," Davis murmured

brow. "Why ask for her?

with a small smirk. "I am.

quirked. "I guess you have an uncommon

their daughter instead of their son. In many families, boys

early that he has a major role in protecting his baby sister," Davis retorted

words, the little boy cooed softly,

and laughed together, the atmosphere of the nursery

bridged as they found warmth and relief in the bundles of joy in

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

their eyes meeting and locking for a heartbeat before she looked away


his voice low. His gaze was fixed on the little girl in his arms, her tiny fingers curled tightly around his own,

breath caught in her throat. Her gaze softened as she stared down at them, with soft

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

thoughts raced. It had

am a

at her the moment she spoke but when no panic followed he let out

his hope of a better day closeby. "You don't have to be surprised," he reassured

his. "You mean… I usually talked to them before the accident?" she asked, trying to picture how beautiful such moments might have been and possibly if they had any reaction and

they kick in

Did she laugh?

swell as

her face fell, but then her resolve to recover her memory burned

flashed across her mind. "If I had always talked to them, was there any name we

one of those tender talks, she had whispered a

were two, you are supposed to repeat the

children named, Davis and

relief plastered on his face. It was as though a

that wasn't the case with Jessica because att the sound of Davis' chosen

it, but now, as silence settled in, the question

lifted them to Davis. "Why did

had thought widely of the best name that would suit the Allen princess and heiress, but never did she expect Davis to choose

not be wrong to think he had carefully thought of

in his arms, her dazzling

had given her all to pull him from despair, left no stone

him a proud father, a soft smile curled his

name," he whispered, his voice

the gratitude, the love that seemed etched into every line of his

against her chest, his small hand searching blindly for his mouth. A sigh escaped her lips…soft, heavy, laced with

robbed her of the chance to give her children what every newborn instinctively craved…the

nursing, no late-night whispers, no chance to comfort them as only a mother could. Now, with them warm in her arms, the reality weighed

to catch the flicker of sadness and pain clouding Jessica's features. His chest

head lightly. "Nothing special, just thinking," she murmured. But the sorrow written in her eyes told another story, one she couldn't mask no matter how much she tried, it remained as glaring

her dismissal. "Baby," he coaxed softly, "you know it

at his words. As we've always done. The phrase echoed in her ears, tugging

hopeful yet aching for the loss of what she could

blinking against the sting in her eyes. "I'm worried… will they always feed

smile that lingered on Davis' lips faded

NICU, and afterward, the feeding had continued at home. In truth, he hadn't given it much thought. Survival had been

been unconscious," he said quietly, lowering his eyes, "there's no way you could breastfeed

she countered quickly, her voice firmer now. "I'm

face. "You can forget about it if it's too much. It's not like

his children the best of all he could afford, he wasn't ready to make his wife

meant to

want to bond with them naturally. Breastfeed them. Care

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

head. "Not entirely impossible. It will just

discouraging her, feared making her feel bad and inadequate. The thought of her straining herself pained

know that relactation can solve this," Jessica muttered, brows furrowed in thought. "I guess

lightly over her knuckles. "You don't have to think about it alone. We'll go together, then

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

mind, however, was quick to wander again

years… do I have my own space, or do we share

What about now?

Her chest tightened.

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