Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption novel Chapter 153

Chapter 153: Is it fate?

With the issue of Bella’s identity finally solved, Jessica felt as though a massive weight had been lifted from her shoulders.

All the emotions she had bottled up throughout the day—the confusion, the anxiety, the fear of things falling apart were slowly beginning to fade.

Her heart, once torn between duty and doubt, was now piecing itself back together.

She had been scared, truly scared, that uncovering the truth might break their already fragile bonds, bring regrets.

At some point she felt that may be she had been too reckless to take such decision without confiding in Davis or her most trusted friend and aide Richard.

But then seeing the effect, she was glad it had brought healing and became a pointer to the way forward.

And though none of them could say what tomorrow would bring—whether it would be calm or chaos—they had tonight to live as one family.

Tonight, they were a family, even if only beginning to understand what that meant. A slow bond was forming. And that was enough... for now.

With a quiet sigh of relief, Jessica turned and made her way to the kitchen. She wanted to check on the chef in charge of the dinner, though she had placed the most capable chef in charge she still have to check to see if dinner was finally ready and being served. This family dinner she hope will be a memorable one in time to come.

After all, she had planned it—not just the food, but the timing, the setting, the purpose behind this shared meal. It wasn’t just dinner. It was closure as well as a beginning of tomorrow.

She smiled bitterly as the word "family" coursed through her thoughts.

"It seems I never experienced this much peace in the Brown family since the time I could recall. It seems I will have to tap into the blessing of the family I have now to fill my longing of a loving family." She mused.

Minutes passed, and soon the rest of the household began to gather in the grand dining room. As per their silent tradition, each person slowly and silently found their seat.

No one needed to be told where to sit—this home had always functioned that way.

Davis was wheeled in gently by Bella, her hands careful on the handles of his chair as she followed behind Elliot.

Elliot took his seat at the head of the table, dignified but clearly still overwhelmed by the earlier reunion. The weight of emotion clung to him, though he masked it well.

Ethan and Richard which had arrived during their discussion but didn’t go over exchanged greetings with each of them as they stepped in. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

Ethan seeing his boss after some days of being sent back as a cover up felt happy at his glowing form, his lips widening in happiness for the changes.

But Davis’s eyes, sharp as ever, immediately scanned the room—and frowned. Jessica was missing. He looked around again, waiting a moment longer. Still no sign of her.

Turning his head to Bella, he gave her a small nod. "Go ahead," he said. "I’ll be right back." She blinked, confused. "Is something wrong?"

He didn’t answer, only gestured for her to stay. And with that, Davis began wheeling himself out of the dining room. He hadn’t made it far when a maid exited the kitchen, carrying a tray. Davis raised a hand to stop her.

"Where is she?" he asked, his voice cold and direct. The maid visibly flinched at the sound of his voice. "In... in the kitchen, sir," she stammered, pointing quickly with her heart racing in fear.

Without another word, Davis turned his wheels and headed for the kitchen.

He stopped just at the doorframe. And there she was.

Standing at the far counter, sleeves rolled up slightly, focused as she gave instructions to the remaining staff. One by one, she was checking the trays, making sure every dish was placed in the right order and properly garnished to the taste of the members at the table.

Like a mother, she had been able to note their preferences in eating though they never mentioned it. Bella loves spicy but Richard doesn’t. Ethan isn’t a fan of sea food but Davis felt it good. It is only when attending to their needs that she discovers she knows about them.

Her hair pulled into a low bun, a few strands falling out, framing her face in the soft kitchen light. Despite the other people moving around the kitchen, Davis only saw her.

A soft smile crept onto his face before he even realized it. Seeing her like this—calm, capable, quietly commanding always made his chest feel warm. No matter how chaotic things got, she always managed to be in control.

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