Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption novel Chapter 220

Chapter 220: Are you sure she is being kind?

Tricia’s hand tightened around her wine glass, her knuckles whitening with the pressure.

Her smile was fixed, yet inside, bitterness churned like a storm. She hadn’t reconciled with the result of this meeting—far from it.

The sight of Davis, clinging so closely to Jessica ever since they’d entered the room, left her reeling.

She remembered how it all began—how her friendship with Davis had blossomed over time.

He had always treated her with kindness, respect... but never affection. To her, he was the best man in the world, the only man who could match her dreams.

She’d dropped hints over the years, even boldly made advances, but Davis had never wavered in his polite rejection. Still, Tricia wasn’t one to give up easily.

Coming from one of the most prestigious families in Noveira, she’d always relied on her background to open doors.

And when she heard that Davis would be visiting, especially with his company struggling, she saw it as her golden opportunity.

She had hoped to swoop in, offer aid, and win his gratitude—perhaps even his heart. But now, standing across from him as he doted on another woman, she felt those hopes unravel.

Jessica.

The name echoed in her mind like a curse. That woman was ruining everything. Tricia watched, her jaw clenched, as Davis and Jessica whispered and smiled at each other, lost in their own world. Shameless, she thought. How dare she?

Determined to reclaim control, she cleared her throat, cutting through the room’s ambient chatter.

Jessica glanced at her with disinterest, a cold smirk curling her lips. Finally ready to make your move, she mused inwardly, sipping her wine.

"You see, Davis," Tricia said smoothly, her voice regaining its charm, "I’ve been thinking about everything you said. And since the company relaunch is happening next week, I was wondering if it’s not too late to be one of your esteemed investors."

She ended the statement with a thinly veiled challenge, her eyes locked with Jessica’s.

Jessica didn’t flinch. Instead, she leaned closer to Davis, her voice laced with feigned innocence and affection. "Hubby, isn’t Tricia so kind? I told you things might not be as bad as you feared."

Her smirk was anything but innocent.

Alex, seated nearby, raised an eyebrow. Something about this trio’s interaction felt like watching a chess game—every move calculated, every word a disguised blow.

Matt, reading the rising tension in the room, stood up with a charming smile. "Rebuilding a company from the ashes is no small feat. But with all the good news flying around, I think this calls for a toast."

Lucas nodded in agreement. The others followed suit.

Alex reached for a fresh bottle of wine, his tone cheerful. "No old drinks for this toast. If we’re celebrating new beginnings, then we should open something fresh."

After carefully removing the seal, he popped the cork with a satisfying pop, drawing applause from the room. Adah clapped with enthusiasm, and the atmosphere lightened.

Everyone’s glasses were refilled. They lifted them high. "To new beginnings and new life," Alex declared.

The room echoed the words, each person repeating them with varied degrees of enthusiasm. Yet among them, Luke hesitated. He stared at the wine in his glass, his fingers tightening. He couldn’t drink it, but neither could he put it down.

The past haunted him—painful and raw.

Jessica noticed his struggle. Though he’d been cold since their arrival, she sensed something deeper—a wounded heart nursing old grudges. She considered saying something but held back, deciding to let him confront his emotions on his own.

Moments later, Luke brought the glass to his lips and drank. Jessica exhaled softly, relieved.

Just then, a figure stepped into her view. Tricia. "Davis," she said sweetly, "don’t you think I deserve a personal toast as an investor?"

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