Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption

The morning started on a peaceful note. The sun rising earlier than usual a proof of it being happy to see the earth. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ

Davis, Jessica and Ethan were all dressed up, their suitcase well packed in readiness to leave the Allen family. Their stay in the Allen had been filled with so much memory —for Jessica, these memories are unforgettable.

Ethan pushed the suitcase out of their room. Jessica and Davis lagged behind taking the time to check the room to make sure nothing is been left behind.

They had taken the night time to clean up every mess that erupted from the attack because they had agreed to keep it low and not complain.

Slowly, Jessica wheeled Davis out of the room with Ethan walking in front while Jessica pushing Davis on the wheelchair followed behind.

As they stepped into the living room, they found Vera seated on the couch reading an entertainment magazine. Her expression cold and indifferent as she glanced lightly at her well manicured fingers before she looked up to the trio.

Her gaze resting on Jessica lightly for a while before she averted his gaze to Davis. "Davis, you are leaving?" She asked as she stood up and walked towards them in a measured steps. Stopping briefly beside Jessica.

Davis nodded lightly. He stretched his hand and held to Jessica’s hand "My wife is starting work today at the Allen group and it will be too bad for her to be late on the first day of work." He said nonchalantly.

Vera’s gaze clouded over, her eyes frosty as they landed on Jessica though she quickly masked it but it did not escape Jessica’s eyes.

"Sister-in-law, I hope you will wish me luck in my adventures in the Allen group, my husband had been hammering in my head the strict rule of the group." Jessica smirked.

Vera’s fingers twitched slightly at Jessica’s words, but her smile remained composed, though her eyes darkened. She took a slow, deliberate step forward, her gaze shifting between Davis and Jessica.

"Of course, sister-in-law," Vera said smoothly, her voice honeyed but it lacked warmth. "I would never wish you anything but success in the prestigious Allen Group. After all, with your... background, you’ll need all the luck you can get."

Jessica’s smirk deepened, she shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly as though she is having the whole world under her thumb. She had expected a veiled jab, and Vera didn’t disappoint. Tilting her head slightly, she met Vera’s gaze without flinching.

"That is really the problem...my background....is well... I think I have succeeded in changing it as I married into the Allen family." She smirked with a smile dancing on her lips.

Vera’s fist clenched by her side. Other people will be annoyed at the comment which was the reason she mocked her but Jessica had twisted it. Vera really wants to open her head to see how her brain works.

But come to think of it Luck?" Jessica continued, pretending to ponder the word. "That’s funny. My husband says that at the Allen Group, only competence matters. But if you think luck is necessary... then I’ll be sure to accept all of yours graciously."

Ethan coughed lightly, barely suppressing his amusement as he continued holding the suitcase. It had never been a dull moment with his Boss wife.

Vera’s nails dug into her palms, but she quickly forced another smile. She turned back to Davis, eyes softening in an attempt to regain her usual gentle front.

"Davis," she murmured, "you’ve only just returned to the family. Do you really have to leave so soon? Grandpa would surely want you to stay longer."

Davis met her gaze, his expression indifferent, the softness in his eyes when he talked about Jessica had been replaced with coldness.

"I’ve spent enough time here," he said calmly. "And like I said, Jessica has work to do. I can’t have my wife be late on her first day."

Jessica squeezed his hand lightly, her touch reassuring.

Vera forced out a light chuckle. "You’re quite the devoted husband," she remarked, her gaze flickering toward their joined hands.

"Of course." Davis’s voice was firm. "I take my responsibilities seriously."

Jessica leaned forward slightly, adjusted Davis upturned collar. Her lowered just enough for Vera to hear. "It must be strange for you," she mused, "watching another woman take care of him. Watching him move on."

Vera’s smile stiffened, the carefully controlled mask she wore threatened to crack. But she exhaled slowly and deeply, quickly regaining her composure.

"Since you could do that, I am grateful to you" she said, her voice sweet yet her gaze icy. "After all, we’ve known each other for ten years. I’ll always wish him the best."she sneered.

Davis’s fingers tightened slightly around Jessica’s. "The past is the past and things of the past ought to remain in the past" he said plainly, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Jessica smiled. "And the future is waiting," she added.

Ethan took that as his cue, adjusting the suitcase in his hand. "The car is ready," he announced.

Davis nodded and gestured for them to move. As Jessica pushed his wheelchair forward, she paused for just a moment beside Vera.

With a slight tilt of her head, she whispered, "Don’t worry, sister-in-law. I’ll take good care of him."

Vera’s lips pressed into a thin line, her nails nearly digging into her palm as she watched them walking away.

Jessica has expected to see the Old man seeing them off but he did not come out.

Though, she had gone to see him early in the morning and had explained every detail of the incident that happened in the night.

The Old man assured her and still warned her to be wary Desmond and Vera.

Jessica glanced toward his room, a faint sigh escaping her lips.

"You don’t have to worry about him, he will be fine", Davis said.

As the door shut behind them, her cold expression finally broke, her eyes lingering at the closed door with rage and fury bubbling in them.

"Enjoy your time at the Allen Group while you can, Jessica," she muttered under her breath. "Because I won’t let you have it so easy."