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.

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

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

the cribs, playful wall decals of clouds, moons, and animals

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

Seeing them, they stood up. Their gazes drifted from Davis to the woman

trembled as she moved towards the babies. Her eyes stung.Chapter 422

children in

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

as he stepped closer. "Do you mind if I help you carry one of

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

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

her voice catching. "Though I never knew they were the reason…I felt lost." Her voice cracked but as she watched their

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

a minimal opportunity to

point, they had became

brief moment he had with them telling them how

and painful it was to see her lying in the ICU

powerless and couldn't do anything to

would simply stand there, watching the fragile rise and fall of

visits had always been riddled with pain, frustration,

to appreciate them, to truly see them as God's gift, to see them as two miracles accompanying him in his wait while

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

their mother above them, not like

them had only shrunk further becoming less and less as

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

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

adapt to his rhythm and their

he comes in, he would find them awake wriggling their tiny hands, and their familiar soft coo sound as

backwards,

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 make

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

gaze softened as it settled on the

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

Jessica…onyx eyes flecked with honey, ebony hair though still curled due to age, and the same delicate

would be far easier to say they had been carved

her," Davis murmured after a quiet stretch of

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

nodded with a small smirk. "I am. But I'm more concerned about my

quirked. "I guess you

why he seemed so eager and much interested to hold their daughter instead of their son. In many families, boys were prized above all,

he should understand early that he has a major role in protecting his

in agreement with Davis' words, the

talked and laughed together, the atmosphere of

found warmth and relief in the

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

their eyes meeting and locking for a

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

gaze softened as she stared down at them, with soft caress she

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

had escaped her lips so

am a mother

He had glanced at her the moment she spoke

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

asked, trying to picture how beautiful such moments might

they kick

Did she laugh?

her heart swell

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

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

those tender talks, she had whispered a name …something

you are supposed to repeat the ultrasound scan before the encounter," he

named, Davis and

hide the relief plastered on his face. It was as though a long, unanswered prayer,

wasn't the case with Jessica because att the sound of Davis' chosen word, "Jasmine," her

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

eyes narrowed as she lifted them to Davis. "Why did you choose the name Jasmine out

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

think he had

little dumpling in his arms, her dazzling features that constantly reminded him of the

pull him from

him a proud father, a soft smile curled

like the name," he whispered,

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

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

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

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

his 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

shook her 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,

he coaxed softly, "you know it wouldn't be a burden if you

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

throat tightened. "Do we?" she asked, her voice fragile, hopeful yet aching for the loss of what she could

shifted her gaze back to the twins, blinking against the sting in her eyes. "I'm worried…

lips faded instantly. Concern furrowed his brow as his heart

been on preterm formula since the NICU, and afterward, the feeding had continued at home. In truth, he hadn't given it much thought. Survival had been his only concern

he said quietly, lowering his

talking about when I was unconscious," she countered quickly, her voice firmer

hesitated, searching her face. "You can forget about it if it's too much.

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

to soothe, but Jessica's heart

don't want to be that kind of mother," she whispered. "I want to bond with them naturally. Breastfeed them. Care for them…" Her voice trailed off, the weight

six weeks in

"Not entirely impossible. It will just

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

muttered, brows furrowed in thought.

reached for her hand, his thumb brushing lightly over her knuckles. "You don't have to think about it alone. We'll go together, then

made

however, was quick to

I have

What about now?

Her chest tightened.

can share the same

stay with the kids until I adjust… but

her. Davis sighed softly. "What

"Nothing," she murmured quickly, lowering her eyes to the baby in her arms, as if

small smile. "Let's exchange babies," he

424: To

the dining hall for dinner, Jessica reluctantly allowed Davis to lead her out of the nursery after she

tour around the estate, but since

the meal?" Davis asked her

living room and shook her head. "So many people are already waiting,

smirked as he

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

but she later sent her

narrowed, "Who

at her

She asked, her face already screaming impossible, but then

a shrug, "Too bad. Then he must have done something

resignation. He couldn't help but laugh at the glaring truth before him; though Jessica might have lost her memory, her traits were still

her head lightly. "Have dinner and then a bath." She said, her

and Davis gently took her hand in his. Jessica glanced at him lightly

Jessica took a calming breath and stepped forward into the sitting room with Davis's hand loosening around her wrist, but just as she looked up to talk to him, a sudden shower

as she halted mid-step, but just as she was trying to understand what was happening, the resounding voices of so many people echoed unanimously through the sitting room, "Welcome

scanned through the sitting room as she took in the dazzling sight

as it now carried a

corners, and a handful of colourful balloons

"Welcome Home" sign, handwritten and decorated with bright markers, hung proudly around every corner of the sitting room, giving the

sofas were pulled closer together, covered with soft silky

each of the coffee tables, a mix of light snacks and pastries, juice, fruit cups, and finger foods were

music filtered through every corner of the room, setting a calm and peaceful atmosphere that made one want to drown

faint aroma of food wafted into the room, making everyone's tummy grumble for a fill. Her eyes stung as she stared at their

quivered, unable to form a proper word of thanks. Davis stepped forward with a large,

a relieved, charming smile, his lips

warring in her heart… with no recollection of how they had lived, what

softly, "Babe, thank you so much for making it through the empty void, for coming back to me alive, and for the

She winced, her

imagine how she could learn to appreciate the present if she

keep the memories intact for us both… while we build new memories, free from stress, pain, and

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

came forward with a small plate of carefully picked snacks and a

early to throw away a sister and grab a sister-in-law." She

it's the same person." She retorted, earning a chuckle from

sis." she

room, a bright, warm smile plastered across her face. "Let's proceed

dining room. A gentle hum of their voices filled the

spilling from the chandeliers hung above, bathing

the savory aroma of the dishes laid out…bowls of rich soup, plates

took the head of the table. Davis guided Jessica to her seat with quiet care as he pulled out a chair for her to sit down before settling beside

425: Good

as she spent it with Damian and Jasmine, yet the thought of night unsettled her with no idea what to expect. She couldn't help the questions tugging at her

would it

was she

end, her mind drifted

think about it, but it returned each time like a tornado tearing through

matter how much she tried to adjust to the reality of being married to Davis, her memory stubbornly and constantly reminded her that there was no connection between

wife. Whether her heart accepted it or not, her body had to learn to obey the

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

only images that surfaced were of her nights in her own

is the problem?" Davis' soft voice cut

quickly, hiding behind a sharp

they lingered in the living room, discussing current business trends. Dessert was brought in by the

sat quietly beside her, his hand occasionally finding

at other times,

she will keep

wrist. "I guess she has to retire for

She was still recovering, and rest was necessary. So it wouldn't be wise to

pulling her gently to her feet. After issuing a

bedroom door, he paused. "We're here,"

the door. Instead, his voice sliced through the still hallway. "You

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

he repeated with a playful smile gracing his lips, though

accident, he hadn't been able to bring himself to step into this room. Whether it was despair,

passing day, his