Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption novel Chapter 258

Chapter 258: Things aren’t safe anymore...

Desmond stormed into his office in a flurry, the sharp click of his shoes echoing ominously down the empty hallway.

The moment he stepped inside, he slammed the door with such force it rattled the glass panels, sending a tense silence through the floor.

He yanked off his tie with a growl of frustration, anger and disbelief bubbling dangerously beneath his skin.

With hands trembling from rage, he poured himself a glass of scotch from the crystal decanter and downed it in one gulp.

He still couldn’t believe the message he had received a picture. A simple picture that threatened to unravel everything.

The board meeting had been adjourned, supposedly to give him time to clarify the situation, but in truth, he needed a moment to process, to confirm, and to restrategize.

Settling behind his expansive mahogany desk, he pulled his phone from his pocket, opened the message again and studied the image.

The image stared back at him, crystal clear and damning: Davis and Jessica, smiling, glowing. Radiating life with Davis seated on the wheelchair, Jessica walking behind him. Their faces beaming with unconcealed happiness.

Their glowing features were a clear indication they were not bedridden or hospital-bound—certainly not victims of any supposed accident.

Desmond felt his heart drop to his stomach. His breath caught in his throat. That picture alone had the potential to destabilize all he had carefully built over the past few months.

If Davis had returned, hale and hearty, all bets were off. His position, his control over the company, and all the underhanded efforts he had made to erase Davis from the scene were now hanging by a thread.

For the first time, he began to dread what was coming.

Determined not to make any mistakes, he summoned one of his subordinates.

"I’m sending you a picture. Analyze it and confirm its authenticity—fast."

The subordinate paused briefly, then asked, "Are you referring to the picture of Davis with his wife?"

Hearing the name again made Desmond’s breath hitch. The fact that even this subordinate knew about the image confirmed one thing—it wasn’t a hidden return.

"How do you know about it?" he asked, needing to get to the bottom of it. But it seemed the subordinate had already done his own digging.

The subordinate let out a low breath. "Sir, it’s trending online. Number one across multiple platforms. Everyone has seen it. There are even short video clips now." 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

Desmond swayed slightly, feeling the floor tilt beneath him as though the very foundation of his office was giving way. He slumped into his leather chair, his head sinking into his hands. Silence reigned for a long beat in deep contemplation.

But in the next moment, a cold smirk curled on his lips.

"I underestimated Jessica, the Brown family’s daughter. Perhaps it’s time I gave them a little welcome gift. Let’s see how their little reunion holds up under pressure."

With that icy smile still lingering, he picked up the intercom and dialed his assistant.

"Find out where my nephew and his wife are right now. I need to pay them a visit."

He paused before continuing, "Also, locate the old man. I don’t care what it takes—make sure I get in to see him today."

His assistant sighed inwardly, unable to hide his concern. He couldn’t help but wonder why Desmond insisted on chasing after Davis and his wife when he always ended up on the losing side.

Still, the assistant nodded and turned to leave.

"Be discreet," Desmond added. "I suspect there are moles in the company."

The assistant froze mid-step, eyes widening. "Moles? How?"

It seemed impossible. Since Desmond took leadership, no new staff had been employed. Most of the employees were long-standing members of the company.

The assistant met his gaze. "That can’t be possible. We haven’t hired new staff since you took over, and most of the employees are long-standing loyalists."

Desmond walked over to the floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the cityscape, hands clasped behind his back. He let out a deep sigh.

"With everything that’s happened lately

especially today’s board meeting, I suspect some are working for Davis."

"Should I open a formal investigation into the staff?" the assistant asked cautiously.

Desmond shook his head. "Too risky. A formal investigation is like shouting at the culprit to run. No. I’ll wait. People like that always reveal themselves. Sooner or later."

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