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..?"

Davis shrugged. "The doctor had already declared you fit for discharge. There's no need keeping it hidden."

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

To put more clearly, aside her grandmother, others had always been her subordinate.

Seeing this group, her eyes stung. "Have they always been this way for the past two years?"

Davis nodded. "Yes, they had, most especially Deborah, who had to nag… packing up snacks, food, and even drinks for you whenever you are going out."

Jessica's eyes narrowed as she caught sight of a familiar figure amongst the group, but as she wanted to ask, Davis turned off the ignition.

"Let's go down; there are some you have not met because they aren't in town," he said as he unclasped her seat belt.

Davis alighted from the car, came over, and opened the door for her. Jessica sat back briefly to steady her nerves.

She didn't know why, but she had mixed feelings about this meeting. "Are you sure about this?"

Davis nodded as he helped her step down. Holding her hand in his, he led her to the group.

Deborah stepped forward and pulled her into her embrace, her eyes glistening with tears threatening to fall. "Thank God you made it through," she whispered amidst tears.

One by one, Davis introduced everyone. With the notes Richard had prepared earlier, Jessica managed to keep up, surprising herself with how naturally she connected.

The group were both relieved and happy as they ushered them inside.

Inside the living room, Jessica felt the familiarity, and the feeling that she had once been there poked at her heart.

"Come meet the twins," Davis said.

"Twins?" she asked, confused.

"Mm," he murmured. "When you met them the first time you hadn't woken up, but now that you are awake, you have to see them."

Jessica glanced back and found Deborah standing behind her with a warm, disarming smile.

"Alright, you lead the way." She said though her heart raced with both expectations and fear.

Deborah hurriedly took the stairs leading them towards the nursery. She stopped at a closed door and stepped aside.

"You can go in," she said with a smile.

Davis nodded while Jessica stood transfixed staring at the closed door.

Davis slowly took her hand. "You expended so much energy to keep them safe during the accident…by the time they were brought out, you were already in a coma."

Jessica's throat tightened. Davis pushed the door open, gently he held her hand and led her into the room.

Jessica felt her breath catch in her throat as she took in the sight of the twins nursery. There's no doubt Davis had taken out his time to plan for the kids even when she wasn't there.

The nursery was bright and airy, painted in a soft neutral tone of cream with gentle touches of sky blue and pink to balance both little ones.

cozy bedding; one with star patterns, the other with

neatly stocked with baby essentials, while a soft rug spread

of clouds, moons, and animals added

late-night cuddles, with a small bookshelf

they stood up. Their gazes drifted from Davis to the

as she moved towards the babies. Her

down with the children in her arms,

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

stepped closer. "Do you mind if I help you carry

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

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

them a lot," 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

also missed and neglected them myself?" his

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

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

would spend the brief moment he had with them

painful it was to see her lying in the ICU

and couldn't do anything

there, watching the fragile rise and fall of their tiny chests while his tears slid silently

visits had always been riddled with pain, frustration,

truly see them as God's gift,

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

placed their mother above them, not like he would

had only shrunk further becoming less

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

at the door with his breakfast packed in a thermo, and soon after, he would be gone again, not returning until

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

their familiar soft

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

failed them, failed to truly be present for them. Failed to appreciate them for being strong. The guilt pressed heavier than ever, and he silently vowed to

more time with them than I did." She smirked faintly, though her eyes

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

bore every imprint of his father; deep eyes, a straight nose, sharp jawline,

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 due

easier to say they had been carved from

Davis murmured after a quiet

arched a brow. "Why ask for her?

"I am. But I'm more concerned about my little

lips quirked. "I guess

of their son. In many families, boys were prized above all, but

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

the

twins, they talked and laughed together, the atmosphere

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

curtains, its golden glow draping over the family of four,

gaze, their eyes meeting and locking for a heartbeat before she looked away as her heart fluttered "What's the

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 own, which he

gaze softened as she stared down

long time," she murmured, but the next moment she

as her thoughts raced. It had escaped her

am a mother

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

instinctively accept the children naturally was enough 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

talked to them before the accident?" she asked, trying to picture how beautiful

kick in

Did she laugh?

swell as

her memory burned brighter.

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

tender talks, she had whispered a

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

children named, Davis and Jessica's

It was as though a long, unanswered prayer, one he

Jessica because att the sound of Davis' chosen word,

child had momentarily masked it, but now, as silence settled in, the question gnawed at her heart and she couldn't help but

narrowed as she lifted them to Davis. "Why did you choose the

would suit the Allen princess and heiress, but never did she expect Davis

think he had

lowered his gaze to the little dumpling in his arms, her dazzling features

from despair, left no stone

above all, had made him a proud father,

name," he whispered, his voice hoarse

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

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

the chance to give her children what every newborn instinctively

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

clouding Jessica's

told another story, one she couldn't mask no matter how much she tried, it remained as glaring as the

head in denial, unwilling to accept her dismissal. "Baby," he coaxed softly, "you know it wouldn't be a

stilled at his words. As we've always done. The phrase echoed in

asked, her voice fragile, hopeful yet

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

lips faded

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

lowering his eyes, "there's no way you

she countered

forget about it if it's too much.

he could afford, he

to soothe, but Jessica's

"I don't want to be that kind of mother," she whispered. "I want to bond with them naturally. Breastfeed

the sound heavy. "But you've spent six weeks in the hospital," he

"Not entirely

ask. He feared discouraging her, feared making her feel bad and inadequate.

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

lightly over her knuckles. "You don't have to think about

nodded, her lips curved faintly, gratitude flickering in her eyes. Still, she made

however, was quick to wander again

for two years… do I have my own space, or

What about now?

Her chest tightened.

doubt I can share the same

stay with the kids until I adjust…

barely noticed his steady gaze on her. Davis sighed softly. "What are

quickly, lowering her eyes to the baby in her arms, as if Damian's tiny movements

a small smile. "Let's exchange

424: To a new blissful

Deborah's quiet summon to the dining hall for dinner, Jessica reluctantly allowed Davis to lead her out of the nursery

tour around the estate, but since their first visit to the nursery had taken over the

meal?" Davis

the direction of the living room and shook her head. "So many people are already waiting, and going

can wait." He smirked as he glanced towards the

a laugh, "Davis Allen, have you never been taught to be polite and filial to

but she later sent her elder to the hospital…with my

narrowed, "Who

her

"I did?" She asked, her face already screaming impossible, but

sighed with a shrug, "Too bad. Then he must have done something wrong, I

his head in resignation. He couldn't help but laugh at the glaring truth before him;

her more, but she shook her head lightly. "Have dinner and then a bath." She

they continued their descent, and Davis gently took her hand in his. Jessica glanced

Davis's hand loosening around her wrist, but just as she looked up to talk to him, a sudden shower of petals

to understand what was happening, the resounding voices of so

as she took in the dazzling sight before

as it now carried a

hung loosely across the corners, and a handful of colourful balloons were tied together and set in clusters near the

with bright markers, hung proudly around every corner of the sitting room, giving the

with soft silky throws that added to the touch

and pastries, juice, fruit cups, and finger foods were neatly arranged on

background music filtered through every corner of the room, setting

room, making everyone's tummy grumble for a fill. Her eyes stung as

thanks. Davis stepped forward with a large, beautiful bouquet of her

a relieved, charming smile, his

heart… with no recollection of how they had lived, what they might have experienced together, Jessica felt at a loss, and her heart tugged

thank you so much for making it through the

don't remember anything?" She winced,

how she could learn to appreciate the present if she didn't recall how beautiful, painful, or heartbreaking the

for us both… while we build new memories, free from

back and held her hand, leading her into the sitting room where

of carefully picked snacks and a glass of juice. "Sister-in-law," she

gaze narrowed, "Too early to throw away a sister and grab a sister-in-law."

person." She retorted, earning a chuckle from Jessica

softly, "Welcome home, sis." she said

Deborah came into the sitting room, a bright, warm smile plastered across her face. "Let's proceed to the

A gentle hum of their voices filled the room, laced

hung above, bathing the room in a soft

with fresh lilies and roses, their fragrance mingling with the savory aroma of the dishes laid out…bowls of rich soup, plates of vibrant food, and

table. Davis guided Jessica to her seat with quiet care as he pulled out a chair for her to

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day had been exciting for Jessica as she spent it with Damian and Jasmine, yet the thought of night

it look

was she supposed

drawing to an end, her mind drifted again, circling the same restless

think about it, but it returned

the reality of being married to Davis, her memory stubbornly and constantly reminded her that there was no connection between

heart accepted it or not, her body

just for a moment, to dig into her memory, searching for a trace of how their nights

in her

soft voice cut through her

behind a sharp exhale as she concealed the emotions flickering across her

in the living room, discussing current business trends. Dessert

her, his

thought against her ear, at other times, he explained a precedent of a case under

with calm patience, hoping she will keep up with the discussion irrespective of the

she has to retire for the night. We beg

no one argued or questioned him. She was still recovering, and rest was necessary. So it

her feet. After issuing a few instructions to Deborah, he led her

he paused. "We're here,"

nodded, waiting for him to open the door. Instead, his voice sliced through the

hard against her chest. A few questions crossed her mind hoping to be answered but before she could

door," he repeated with a playful smile gracing his

this room. Whether it was despair, respect, or fear of her absence, he never

passing day, his reluctance grew