Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 124: More about yourself...

~At Jessica’s Mansion~

The evening sun cast a golden glow over the horizon, painting the sky in soft hues of orange and golden. A

gentle breeze whispered through the perfectly manicured lawn, carrying the faint fragrance of blooming flowers.

The entire scene exuded a quiet elegance and serenity, which is in a stark contrast to the chaos and tension of

their daily lives.

Davis sat in his electric wheelchair, moving it effortlessly with subtle control, while Jessica walked beside him. It

was a rare moment of tranquility, away from the demands of the day, a moment of refreshing solitude —a rare

moment of peace.

"This place is usually beautiful at sunset," Jessica mused aloud, her gaze sweeping over the landscape. "The

gardeners make sure everything stays perfect."

Before now, she had spent most of the there, doing her medical research as well as running her company

from here and should there be any special case needing her assistance it will be arranged through the proper

channel which is Richard.

Jessica took the opportunity to show Davis around, pointing out various parts of the mansion he had only briefly

seen in the past few days.

Though he had been staying here out of necessity, this tour felt different—it gave him a proper introduction to

the mansion. It felt strange that he had been here for days yet hadn't truly seen its beauty.

As they walked through path , Davis reached out and took Jessica's hand in his. His fingers traced hers gently,

memorizing the shape, the warmth, the delicate softness —yet beneath that tenderness lay strength. The same

strength that had carried her through everything life had thrown at her.

A thought struck him, sending a wave of emotion through his chest. His hand tightened slightly around Jessica's,

his jaw clenched slightly. "Married for a long twithout a wedding ring." He mused inwardly.

She had endured so much, yet never once had she complained. No grand ceremony, no ring to symbolize their

union, no acknowledgment from the world. She had taken it all in stride, silently bearing it all.

Jessica, unaware of the storm in his mind, continued talking, pointing out different features of the estate. Her

voice was light, cheerful—like she was trying to make the most of this moment.

A cluster of vibrant flowers caught her attention, and she let go of his hand to step forward, inhaling their

fragrance with a soft smile.

The sight of her bathed in the golden sunset, surrounded by nature, made Davis exhale quietly. She looked at

peace, yet he knew better. She deserved more.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of approaching footsteps.

Richard emerged from the pathway leading to the garden, his gaze shifting between them as he took in the

scene.

"Enjoying the evening?" Richard asked, his voice breaking the comfortable silence.

Jessica turned to him with a smile. "It’s beautiful out here. Davis hadn't really explored the garden before, so |

thought I'd show him around."

Richard nodded, but his attention lingered on Davis briefly as Davis met his gaze before looking back at Jessica,

who had returned to admiring the flowers.

Jessica turned to him, her eyes filled with expectation. "How did it go?" she asked, her tone eager yet slightly

cautious.

After watching the live broadcast earlier, they had retreated to their bedroom for Davis's therapy session. Now,

she needed to hear the full outcof the board meeting.

Richard nodded. "It went smoothly. The board has given Desmond an ultimatum. He must provide clear evidence

of tax payments, along with a detailed financial report and audited accounts. If he fails to do so, he'll be forced

to step down."

Jessica glanced at Davis, searching his face for a reaction. His expression was cold, unreadable with a slow,

knowing smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. He could only imagine Desmond's face when the board had

delivered their verdict.

And why should Desmond have it easy?

He had suffered—humiliation, betrayal, loss. He had watched as his rightful place was stolen from him, as those

who were supposed to be family turned their backs on him. He had endured in silence, but that twas over.

Though he had yet to fully recover the use of his legs, he knew one thing for sure—he was done being passive. It

was tfor justice.

He exhaled slowly, his fingers tightening slightly. "I think that’s letting him off too easily," he murmured. Then,

his smirk widened. "This time, I'll be the one doing him a favor."

"I don’t think there’s a need to rush him out now. Your therapy has only been going on for a week, and we still

expect at least three months before you can try standing," Jessica explained.

Davis needed to step up and take the responsibilities that rightfully belonged to him, but she didn’t want to take

any risks. No matter what happened, Desmond should remain in that position for now—if only to treat it as a

temporary arrangement.

She placed her hand on the wheelchair and gently pushed him toward a nearby garden, with Richard following

close behind. After settling him down, she pulled out her phone and played with it briefly.

Richard's voice suddenly cut through the quiet. "You're scheduled to operate on the Dante family’s son

tomorrow," he reported, paying no mind to Davis's presence.

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