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 scash!”

She was trying to stall Zada, to trap her with an excuse.

But Zada caught her hand. “No, it’s fine. I've got smoney 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 sentthe ticket info!”

Zada froze. “What? He didn’t send it? But the boat’s already here! How am | 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! | 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, | 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. Con, 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. “Lettry again. Just stay calm.”

She dialed the sempty 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 cto 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 crunning 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 | lose such a memory?"

"What exactly happened?"

"Though I might be able to build new ones, the old is certainly needed."

"| 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 tsince 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, | don't remember you... or whatever it is we

had. But | 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 | was able to stay married to you for two years, give it another two years... letsee if | 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 syou have not met because they aren't in town," he said as he unclasped her seat

belt.

Davis alighted from the car, cover, 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.

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