Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption novel Chapter 164

Chapter 164: The Lucky one

Davis and Jessica spent a long time in the car, arguing about everything they had bottled up inside. By the time they finally calmed down and reached an understanding, several minutes had already passed.

Though she had been burning with anger, but after listening to Davis and thinking things through, she began to relax. It wasn’t just about George or Desmond anymore. The more she thought about it, the more everything started to come together.

Davis had always believed that Desmond wasn’t acting out of goodwill when he pushed for a bride on his behalf. He had always suspected some hidden motive. But now, sitting beside Jessica, Davis felt something he hadn’t expected—gratitude that he was plotted against.

For the first time in Davis life, he was grateful to the person that plotted against him because If Desmond hadn’t made his move early, Davis might never have met Jessica. He might never have had the chance to hold this beautiful, strong woman in his arms. He might never have found the hope to get back on his feet again.

No matter how it happened, he was the lucky one. He knew it and would always be open to acknowledge that.

Still, looking at Jessica’s face filled with quiet anger, he fell into deep thought. After a while, his voice broke the silence, soft and uncertain.

"Do you... do you think I’m a burden?"

Jessica’s head turned sharply to him. "What?" she asked, shocked. Her heart skipped a beat. The way he spoke... something felt off. Was he blaming himself? 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

Davis glanced down at his hands. "Aren’t you mad that George and Desmond tricked you into marrying me? Doesn’t it make you hate this marriage... and maybe even me?"

Jessica stared at him, her eyes narrowing slightly as her emotions stirred again. "Yes. I’m angry," she admitted, not holding back. "And I have every right to be. They used me. They used us."

He nodded slowly, then turned to face her fully. "And what about us now?"

The question caught her off guard. She had expected a lot of things, but not that. She blinked, thinking. "What about us?" she repeated, her voice softer this time.

"I mean... do you regret it? Being with me? Do you wish this never happened?"

Jessica let out a long breath and looked out the window. She didn’t know how to explain what she was feeling. She didn’t regret him, but she hated how it all started. Still, she knew one thing for sure.

"I don’t mean it like that," she finally said. "I’m not angry at you. I’m angry at the lies. At the manipulation. At my father... and Desmond. But not at you."

"Then how do you mean it?" Davis asked gently, reaching for her hand.

Jessica didn’t answer. She couldn’t. Her heart was too full of things she hadn’t sorted out yet. She looked down at their joined hands, wondering when things had gotten so complicated.

Davis signaled the driver to return, and the car began moving again. Jessica turned away, her expression unreadable.

"Take us somewhere," she muttered, not saying where.

The driver nodded and began driving. The atmosphere inside the car was quiet and heavy. Davis didn’t ask where they were going. He wanted to ask but is more scared of making her unhappy and emotional. Looking at how serious and somber her face had turned.

As they passed a small flower shop, Jessica tapped the window.

"Stop here," she said.

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