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..?"

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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.

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.

"Cmeet the twins," Davis said.

"Twins?" she asked, confused.

"Mm," he murmured. "When you met them the first tyou 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 tto 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.

Two matching cribs stood side by side, each dressed in cozy bedding; one with star patterns, the other with tiny

flowers.

At the 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 safe playtime.

Above the cribs, playful wall decals of clouds, moons, and animals added a cheerful charm.

By the window sat a rocking chair, perfect for late-night cuddles, with a small bookshelf nearby holding colorful

storybooks and soft toys.

Two middle-aged women held the children in their bosoms. Seeing them, they stood up. Their gazes drifted from

Davis to the woman beside him.

Jessica's took a deep breath to steady her fraying nerves, legs trembled as she moved towards the babies. Her

eyes stung.Chapter 422 422: Damian and Jasmine

Seeing her settled down with the children in her arms, Davis sighed with quiet relief.

He glanced briefly at the women who stood sdistance away, lingering in silence. "Don't worry about them,"

he said softly, his gaze sliding back to the little tbefore him. "She might want to spend stwith them."

His eyes warmed as he stepped closer. "Do you mind if | help you carry one of them?"

Jessica's gaze swept over the two babies, their distinct features that marked them apart from the other tugged

at her heart.

With their unfocused gaze fixed on her face as though to see her, her chest tightened, and she shook her head in

refusal, hugging them closer.

"I have missed them a lot," she admitted, her voice catching. "Though | never knew they were the reason...| felt

lost." Her voice cracked but as she watched their tiny hands wriggle against the blankets, a soft smile played on

her lips.

Davis shook his head. "Don't you think | have also missed and neglected them myself?" his tone was soft and

remorseful.

The days he spent at the hospital beside her had left him with just a minimal opportunity to be with them or

even to hold them properly in his arms.

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

his only confidants, his silent comfort, his little "garbage bag" for everything he couldn't say aloud.

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

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

Yet he was powerless and couldn't do anything to save her.

At other times, words failed him, and he would simply stand there, watching the fragile rise and fall of their tiny

chests while his tears slid silently down his face.

Those visits had always been riddled with pain, frustration, and helplessness.

In the shadow of his despair, he had rarely paused to appreciate them, to truly see them as God's gift, to see

them as two miracles accompanying him in his wait while clinging to the hope of another.

He never had the chance to bother about what they look like or to appreciate them as God's gift in his moment

of waiting for a miracle.

He had always placed their mother above them, not like he would change that now

After their discharge and return home, his twith them had only shrunk further becoming less and less as the

days passed by.

His days slowly blurred into a routine; arriving from the hospital at seven, slipping into the nursery to spend

thirty minutes with them, then rushing through his bath and dressing in ten minutes.

By the the was ready, Deborah would be waiting at the door with his breakfast packed in a thermo, and soon

after, he would be gone again, not returning until the shour the next day.

At spoint, the babies seemed to adapt to his rhythm and their timing adjusted to his time.

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

though they were greeting him with a tender "good morning."

Now, standing here and with a glance backwards, Davis felt a sharp ache in his chest.

He had 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 make it up to them.

Jessica's gentle voice broke through his storm of thoughts. "No matter what, you have spent more twith

them than | did." She smirked faintly, though her eyes shone with sadness.

Davis exhaled deeply and 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 silently and reverently traced every feature of

their small faces.

The boy, wrapped 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 already.

The baby 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 to age, and the sdelicate warmth.

It would be far easier to say they had been carved from the smold.

"Babe, lethold her," Davis murmured after a quiet stretch of time.

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

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

Jessica's lips quirked. "I guess you have an uncommon trait."

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

their son. In many families, boys were prized above all, but here he was, breaking the mold effortlessly.

"I think he should understand early that he has a major role in protecting his baby sister," Davis retorted lightly.

As though in agreement with Davis' words, the little boy cooed softly, and they laughed.

Cradling the twins, they talked and laughed together, the atmosphere of the nursery was warm with joy.

The boundaries of memory loss bridged as they found warmth and relief in the bundles of joy in their arms.

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

serenity and peace...enough to make anyone envious.

"Babe," Davis called softly. Jessica lifted her gaze, their eyes meeting and locking for a heartbeat before she

looked away as her heart fluttered "What's the problem?"

"They have no names," Davis 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 twirled gently.

Jessica felt her breath caught in her throat. Her gaze softened as she stared down at them, with soft caress she

patted their cheeks warmly.

"Forgive mom, she slept for a long time," she murmured, but the next moment she froze.

"Did | just say 'Mom'?" Her brow furrowed at the word as her thoughts raced. It had escaped her lips so fast and

natural beyond her expectation, leaving her at a loss of words.

"Wait... | am a mother now, right?"

Seeing her spacing out, Davis' lips curled up with amusement. He had glanced at her the moment she spoke but

when no panic followed he let out a relieved sigh.

Seeing her 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 to them, even before they

were born."

Jessica lifted her gaze, searching his. "You mean... | usually talked to them before the accident?" she asked,

trying to picture how beautiful such moments might have been and possibly if they had any reaction and how

she felt.

Did they kick in response?

Did she laugh?

Did her heart swell as it did now?

With no recollection of the memory, her face fell, but then her resolve to recover her memory burned brighter.

She would recover them, piece by piece, no matter how long it took.

A thought flashed across her mind. "If | had always talked to them, was there any nwe agreed to give

them?" she asked hopefully.

Perhaps in one of those tender talks, she had whispered a n...something from the heart.

Davis shook his head. "Actually, you never knew they were two, you are supposed to repeat the ultrasound scan

before the encounter," he explained.Chapter 423 423: Heart of a mother...

With the children named, Davis and Jessica's smiles widened.

Davis couldn't hide the relief plastered on his face. It was as though a long, unanswered prayer, one he feared

Heaven had forgotten had finally been granted.

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

flickered to him in surprise.

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

her heart and she couldn't help but wonder. "Why Jasmine?"

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

the woman he married.

The lady that had given her all to pull him from despair, left no stone unturned to see him stand tall;

And above all, had made him a proud father, a soft smile curled his lips.

"She is beautiful, just like the name," he whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion.

Jessica's gaze lingered on him. 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 tightened.

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

hand searching blindly for his mouth. A sigh escaped her lips...soft, heavy, laced with guilt.

Her long stay in the hospital had robbed her of the chance to give her children what every newborn instinctively

craved...the breast milk.

No nursing, no late-night whispers, no chance to comfort 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 welfare.

Davis lifted his gaze from Jasmine just in tto catch the flicker of sadness and pain clouding Jessica's features.

His chest tightened. "Babe, what is the problem?" he asked, his tone gentle, soft and almost pleading.

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Davis leaned closer, shaking his head in denial, unwilling to accept her dismissal. "Baby," he coaxed softly, "you

know it wouldn't be a burden if you let us share the problem...as we've always done."

Jessica stilled at his words. As we've always done. The phrase echoed in her ears, tugging at the fragments of

memories she couldn't quite reach.

Her throat tightened. "Do we?" she asked, her voice fragile, hopeful yet aching for the loss of what she could not

remember.

She shifted her gaze back to the twins, blinking against the sting in her eyes. "I'm worried... will they always feed

on formula?"

The soft smile that lingered on Davis' lips faded instantly. Concern furrowed his brow as his heart clenched.

He knew she was right, the babies had 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 then.

"You've been unconscious," he said quietly, lowering his eyes, "there's no way you could breastfeed them."

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

now."

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

the best formula for them."

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

to meet their needs.

His words were meant to soothe, but Jessica's heart tightened.

She shook her head "I 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 of longing pressing on her chest.

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

impossible to produce milk now."

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Davis 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 decide."

Jessica nodded, her lips curved faintly, gratitude flickering in her eyes. Still, she made a mental note to contact a

doctor once she returned to her room.

Her mind, however, was quick to wander again with questions:

Married to him for two years... do | have my own space, or do we share a room?

What about now?

Her chest tightened.

I doubt I can share the sbed with him.

Maybe I'll stay with the kids until | adjust... but will he even allow that?

Lost in thought, she barely noticed his steady gaze on her. Davis sighed softly. "What are you thinking about?" he

asked.

Jessica's cheeks warmed. "Nothing," she murmured quickly, lowering her eyes to the baby in her arms, as if

Damian's tiny movements could shield her from his probing look.

Davis let it go with a small smile. "Let's exchange babies," he suggested.

She hesitated only briefly before nodding. Carefully, she passed Damian into his arms and accepted Jasmine in

return. The exchange felt oddly symbolic like an unspoken promise of shared responsibility.

The rest of the afternoon drifted by like a gentle blur. They sat close, rocking and soothing the twins, exchanging

quiet words and soft laughter.

When the babies grew restless, a sign Jessica recognized as the signs of hunger, the women stepped in, tended

to their needs with practiced care while Davis and Jessica watched.

Soon after, the babies were handed back to them, their tiny bellies full and their eyes fluttering shut.

Together, Jessica and Davis laid them carefully in their cribs, lingering for a moment.

When Davis finally reached for her hand to guide her out, Jessica resisted, her gaze clinging to the sleeping

figures.

She didn't want to leave. It wasn't until Deborah entered, her voice warm yet firm, urging them toward dinner,

that Jessica allowed herself to be led away yet her heart heavy with reluctance.

Jessica nodded slowly in understanding. "Alright then. You choose a nfor your daughter, while | choose one

for my son." She smirked playfully.

Davis' eyes narrowed with mischief. "Why do | feel you're only going to treat your son like a prince, while my

daughter..." He let the words trail, teasingly.

"I never knew a full-grown man could still be jealous of his own son," she shot back with a grin.

"I am not jealous," Davis replied smoothly, though his eyes glinted with amusement.

Jessica lowered her gaze to the baby in her arms, her lips softening into a smile. "Sweetie, don't mind your dad...

he's brimming with jealousy."

Davis shook his head in mock defeat. "So?"

Jessica drew in a slow breath, closed her eyes briefly, and when she opened them again, her voice was gentle

but firm as she uttered three syllables "Damian."

Davis' lips curved, his eyes softening as he gazed at the little girl in his arms, her arms wriggling, her unfocused

gaze trained on him "Jasmine," he said with quiet certainty.

For so long, she had felt the ache of something missing, a haunting emptiness she couldn't name.

Several times she had wanted to ask Richard if there's something she lost while asleep or during the accident

but with no clear idea of what it is, she had kept quiet.

But the sight of the little babies wrapped in a soft pink and blue blanket calmed her heart.

It felt as though a heavy boulder had been lifted off her shoulder, and relief washed over her spirit.

She felt herself live again.

Her eyes blurred with tears. She turned to Davis, a trembling smile breaking across her face. "Are you saying...

they're my children?" she asked, her voice cracking with pain.

Davis placed a hand on her back helping her forward "Yes. But can you not cry?"

She hurriedly wiped her tears with the back of her palm "I'm not crying. | am just happy."

Jessica settled on the chair as she took the children into her arms, staring at their faces.

Sierra’s stomach dropped. “What do you mean? You can’t just get on without a ticket!”

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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot

love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland's breathtaking cold.

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