Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

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!”

1/3

“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..?"

already declared you fit

had a family waiting for her to return

clearly, aside her grandmother, others had always been her

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

to nag… packing up snacks,

amongst the group, but as she wanted to ask,

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

came over, and opened the door

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

helped her step down. Holding her hand in his, he led her to the

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

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

relieved and happy as

and the feeling that she had once been there poked at

meet the

"Twins?" she asked, confused.

them the first time you hadn't woken up, but

and found Deborah standing behind

the way." She said though her heart raced with both expectations

hurriedly took the stairs leading them towards the nursery. She stopped at a

go in," she said with a

stood transfixed

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

he held her hand and

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

and airy, painted in a soft neutral tone of cream with

in cozy

a wide dresser doubled as a changing table, neatly stocked with baby essentials, while a

of clouds, moons,

window sat a rocking chair, perfect for late-night cuddles,

in their bosoms. Seeing them, they stood up.

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

the children in her arms, Davis sighed with

women who stood some distance away, lingering in silence. "Don't worry about them," he said softly, his gaze sliding back

closer. "Do you mind

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

though to see her, her chest tightened, and she shook her head in refusal,

she admitted, her voice catching. "Though I never knew they were the reason…I felt lost." Her voice cracked but as she watched their tiny hands wriggle against

I have also missed and neglected them myself?" his tone was

just a minimal opportunity to be with them or even

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

would spend the brief moment he had with them telling them how much their mother loved

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

and couldn't do anything

him, and he would simply stand there, watching the fragile rise and

always been riddled with pain,

despair, he had rarely paused to appreciate them, to truly see them as God's gift,

or to appreciate

had always placed their mother above them, not like he

them had only

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

at the door with his breakfast packed in a thermo, and soon

to adapt to his rhythm and their timing adjusted

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

standing here and with a glance backwards, Davis felt a sharp

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

his storm of thoughts. "No matter what, you have spent more time with them than I did." She smirked

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

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

mother's mirror, a replica of Jessica…onyx eyes

easier to say they had

me hold her," Davis murmured after

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

"I am. But I'm more

quirked. "I guess you

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

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

Davis' words, the little boy cooed

they talked and laughed together, the atmosphere of the nursery was warm with

memory loss bridged as they found warmth and relief in the

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

meeting and locking for a heartbeat before

fixed on the little girl in his arms, her

throat. Her gaze softened as she stared down at them, with soft caress she patted their cheeks

she slept for a long time,"

It had escaped her lips so fast and natural beyond

a mother

Davis' lips curled up with amusement. He had glanced at her the moment she spoke but when no

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

them before the accident?" she asked, trying to picture how beautiful such moments might have been and possibly if they

kick

Did she laugh?

her heart swell

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

talked to them, was there any name

tender talks, she had whispered a name …something

never knew they were two, you are supposed to

named, Davis and Jessica's

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

sound of Davis' chosen

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

raced. Her fingers smoothed the baby's tiny blanket, and her eyes narrowed as she lifted them

of the best name that would suit the Allen princess and heiress, but never did she expect Davis to choose such a name in a blink of

not be wrong to think he had

the little dumpling in his arms, her

her all to pull him from despair, left no stone unturned to

him a proud father, a soft smile curled

beautiful, just like the name," he whispered, his

him. She observed the subtle shifts in his expression: the gentleness, the

found him resting peacefully, his head pressed against her chest, his small

the hospital had robbed her of the chance to give her children what every newborn instinctively

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

Jessica's features. His chest tightened. "Babe, what is the problem?" he asked, his tone

in her eyes told another story, one

dismissal. "Baby," he coaxed softly, "you know it wouldn't be a burden if you let us share

we've always done. The phrase echoed in her

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

gaze back to the twins, blinking against the sting in

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

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

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

talking about when I was unconscious," she countered quickly, her voice firmer now. "I'm asking

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

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

words were meant to soothe, but Jessica's heart

"I want to bond with them naturally. Breastfeed

"But you've spent six weeks in the hospital," he reminded

head. "Not entirely

didn't dare ask. He feared discouraging her, feared making her feel bad and inadequate. The thought of her straining herself pained him,

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

his thumb brushing lightly over her knuckles. "You don't have to think about it alone. We'll go

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

quick

have my own space, or do we

What about now?

Her chest tightened.