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.

by side, each dressed in cozy bedding; one

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

clouds, moons, and animals added

perfect for late-night cuddles, with a small bookshelf nearby

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

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

her settled down with the children in

distance away, lingering in silence. "Don't worry about them," he said softly, his

warmed as he stepped closer. "Do you mind if I help

distinct features that marked them apart from

gaze fixed on her face as though to see her,

voice catching. "Though I never knew they were the reason…I felt lost." Her voice cracked but

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 to be

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

he had with them telling

was to see her lying in the ICU

was powerless and couldn't do anything

would simply stand there, watching the fragile rise and

been riddled with pain, frustration, and

appreciate them, to truly see them as God's gift, to see them as two miracles accompanying him

like or to appreciate them as God's gift in his moment of waiting

mother above them, not

and return home, his time with them had only shrunk

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

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

to his rhythm

and their familiar soft coo sound as

a glance backwards, Davis felt a sharp ache in his

for them. Failed to appreciate them for being strong. The guilt pressed heavier than ever,

voice broke through his storm of thoughts. "No matter what, you have spent more time with them than

her. His gaze softened as it settled on the two little dumplings nestled against her

to his tummy, bore every imprint of his father; deep eyes, a straight

a replica of Jessica…onyx eyes flecked with honey, ebony hair though still

they had been carved from

her," Davis murmured

ask for her? Shouldn't you be more worried about your

"I am. But I'm more concerned

guess

herself wondering why he seemed so eager and much interested to hold their daughter instead of their son.

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

Davis' words, the little

twins, they talked and laughed together, the atmosphere of

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

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

eyes meeting and locking for a heartbeat before she looked away as her

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

her throat. Her gaze softened as she stared down at

for a long time," she murmured, but the

at the word as her thoughts raced. It had escaped her lips so

I am a mother now,

up with amusement. He had glanced at her the moment she spoke but when no panic followed he

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

asked, trying to picture

they kick in

Did she laugh?

swell as it

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

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

talks, she had whispered a name

two, you are supposed to repeat the ultrasound scan before the encounter," he explained.Chapter 423

children named, Davis and Jessica's

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

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

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

the baby's tiny blanket, and her eyes narrowed as she lifted them to

had thought widely 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

wrong to think he had carefully thought of

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

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

had made him a proud father, a soft smile

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

expression: the gentleness, the gratitude, the love

against her chest, his small hand searching blindly for his

the hospital had robbed her of the chance

them warm in her arms, the reality weighed heavily

just in time to catch the flicker of sadness and pain clouding Jessica's features. His chest tightened. "Babe, what is the

told another story, one she couldn't mask no matter how much she tried,

accept her dismissal. "Baby," he coaxed softly, "you know it wouldn't be a burden

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

asked, her voice fragile, hopeful yet aching for

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

on Davis' lips faded

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

he said quietly, lowering his eyes,

not talking about when I was unconscious," she countered quickly, her voice firmer now. "I'm asking

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

of all he could afford, he wasn't ready to make his wife suffer just to meet their

meant to soothe, but

want to bond with them naturally. Breastfeed them. Care for them…" Her voice

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

head. "Not entirely impossible. It will just take

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

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

reached for her hand, his thumb brushing lightly over her knuckles. "You don't have to think about it

Still, she made a mental note to contact a doctor once she returned to

mind, however, was quick

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

What about now?

Her chest tightened.

I can share

with the kids until I adjust… but will he

steady gaze on her. Davis sighed softly. "What are you thinking

her eyes to the baby in her arms, as if Damian's

let it go with a small smile. "Let's

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

descended the staircase. Davis had earlier intended to take her on a tour around the estate, but since their first visit to the nursery

you care for a bath before the meal?" Davis asked

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

smirked as he glanced towards the sitting room, his eyes

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

me that once, but she later sent her elder to the

narrowed,

her playfully,

asked, her face already screaming impossible, but then Davis

he must have done something

at the glaring truth before him; though Jessica might have lost her memory, her

wanted to persuade her more, but she shook her head lightly. "Have dinner and then a bath." She said, her voice firm with

descent, and Davis gently took

took a calming breath and stepped forward into the sitting room with Davis's hand loosening around her wrist, but

she was trying to understand what was happening, the resounding voices of so many people echoed unanimously through the sitting room,

as she took in the dazzling sight

room had been transformed as it now carried a gentle festive charm,

across the 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,

soft silky throws that added to

of light snacks and pastries, juice, fruit cups, and finger foods were neatly arranged on trays,

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

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

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

charming smile, his lips parted softly.

warring in her heart… with no recollection of how they had lived, what they might have experienced together, Jessica felt

hand caressing her back as he whispered softly, "Babe, thank you so much for making it through the empty

don't remember anything?" She

learn to appreciate the present if she

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

her

picked snacks and a glass

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

a chuckle from

home, sis." she said in a warm

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

hum of their voices filled the

hall of Davis's estate glowed with soft lighting spilling from the chandeliers hung above, bathing the room in

fresh lilies and roses, their fragrance mingling with the savory aroma of the dishes

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

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been exciting for Jessica 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

would it look

she supposed

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

think about it, but it returned each

being married to Davis, her memory stubbornly and constantly reminded her

accepted it or not, her body

dig into her memory, searching for a trace of how their nights together had

nights in her

soft voice

her head quickly, hiding behind a sharp exhale as she concealed the emotions

room, discussing current business trends. Dessert was brought in by the maids under

beside her, his hand occasionally finding

whispered a thought against her ear, at other

she will keep up

his wrist. "I guess she has to retire for the night. We

him. She was still recovering, and rest was

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

bedroom door, he paused.

him to open the door. Instead, his voice sliced through the still

against her chest. A few questions crossed

repeated with a playful smile gracing his lips, though

hadn't been able to bring himself to step into this room. Whether it was despair, respect, or fear of her absence, he never

day,