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. There's no

she never had a family waiting for her

put more clearly, aside her grandmother,

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


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

familiar figure amongst the group, but as she wanted to

have not met because they aren't in town," he said

alighted from the car, came over, and opened the door for

why, but she had mixed feelings about this meeting. "Are you

Holding her hand in his, he

with tears threatening to fall. "Thank God you made it through," she whispered

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

were both relieved and

Jessica felt the familiarity, and the feeling that she had

meet the twins,"

"Twins?" she asked, confused.

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

and found Deborah standing behind

She said though her heart raced with both expectations

them towards the nursery. She stopped at a

she said

stood transfixed staring at the

energy to keep them safe during the accident…by the time they were brought out, you were already

Davis pushed the door open, gently he held her hand and led

sight of the twins nursery. There's no

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

dressed in cozy bedding; one

dresser doubled as a changing table, neatly stocked with baby essentials, while a soft rug spread across the floor for safe

cribs, playful wall decals of clouds, moons, and

chair, perfect for late-night cuddles,

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

took a deep breath to steady her fraying nerves, legs trembled as she moved towards the

with the children in her arms, Davis sighed with quiet

them," he said softly, his gaze sliding back to the little trio before him. "She might want to spend

he stepped closer. "Do you mind if

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

see her, her chest tightened,

I never knew they were the reason…I felt lost." Her voice cracked but as she watched their tiny hands wriggle against the blankets, a soft smile played on

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

him with just a minimal opportunity

visited them at intervals and spoke to them. At some point, they had became his only confidants, his silent comfort, his little "garbage bag"

with them telling

unbearable and painful it was to see her lying

powerless and couldn't do anything to

simply stand there, watching the fragile rise and

always been riddled with pain, frustration,


as God's gift, to see them as two miracles

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

always placed their mother above them, not like he

only shrunk further becoming less and

the nursery to

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

to adapt to his

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

glance backwards, Davis felt a

appreciate them for being strong.

you have spent more time with them

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 feature of their small

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


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

they had been

let me hold her," Davis murmured after a quiet

for her?

nodded with a small smirk. "I am.

guess you have

interested to hold their daughter instead of their son. In many families,

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

with Davis' words, the little boy cooed softly,

together, the

as they found warmth and relief in the bundles of joy

over the family of four,

for a heartbeat before she looked away as her


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

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

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

It had escaped her lips so fast and natural beyond

am a

lips curled up with amusement. He had glanced at her the

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

trying to picture how beautiful such moments might have been and possibly if they had any

kick

Did she laugh?

heart swell

her resolve to recover her memory burned brighter. She would recover them, piece

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

she had whispered a name …something from the

two, you are supposed to repeat the ultrasound scan

named, Davis and Jessica's smiles

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

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

of naming their child had momentarily masked it, but now, as silence settled

raced. Her fingers smoothed the baby's tiny blanket, and her eyes narrowed as she lifted them to Davis. "Why did you choose the name Jasmine out of so

the Allen princess and heiress, but never did she expect Davis to choose such a name

be wrong to think he had carefully thought of

her dazzling features that constantly reminded him of the woman

had given her all to pull him from despair,

all, had made him a proud father, a

beautiful, just like the name,"

his expression: the gentleness, the gratitude, the

to Damian, she found him resting peacefully, his head pressed against her chest, his small hand searching blindly for his

stay in the hospital had robbed her of the chance to give her children what every

late-night whispers, no chance to comfort them as only a mother could. Now, with them warm in

the flicker of sadness and pain clouding Jessica's features. His chest tightened. "Babe, what is the problem?" he asked, his tone gentle, soft and

"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 as

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 the

The phrase echoed in her ears, tugging at the fragments of memories she couldn't

she asked, her voice fragile, hopeful yet aching for the loss of what she could

twins, blinking against the sting

soft smile that lingered on Davis' lips faded instantly. Concern furrowed his brow as his

babies had been on preterm formula since the NICU, and afterward, the feeding had continued at home. In truth, he hadn't

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

not talking about when I was unconscious," she countered quickly, her

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

wished to give his children the best of all he could afford, he wasn't ready to make his wife suffer just to meet

were meant to soothe, but Jessica's heart

with them naturally. Breastfeed them. Care for them…" Her voice trailed off, the weight of longing pressing on her

six weeks in

"Not entirely impossible. It will just take

on her, full of questions he didn't dare ask. He feared discouraging her, feared making her feel bad and inadequate.

know that relactation can solve this," Jessica muttered, brows furrowed

"You don't have to think about

gratitude flickering in her eyes. Still, she made a mental note to contact a doctor once

mind, however, was quick to wander

do I have

What about now?

Her chest tightened.

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