Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption novel Chapter 363

Chapter 363: The Envelope...

Elder Allen and Bella exchanged a quiet glance as they watched Davis disappear through the compound gate. Jessica was nowhere in sight, as though she had vanished into the night air.

"What happened?" Bella wondered aloud in a soft murmur, careful not to voice it loud enough to startle the old man beside her.

Instead, she made a mental note to speak with Deborah. If anyone had a clue about what was unfolding, it would be her.

Gently taking the old man’s hand, she smiled. "Let’s go inside," she coaxed with a soft smirk.

She helped him steadily toward the entrance of the house, her resolve firm, she would get answers from Deborah soon enough.

At the door, Deborah and Henry welcomed them with warm sincerity. Henry took the lead, introducing himself and helping Elder Allen feel at ease before escorting him to his assigned room.

~Upstairs~

Jessica stood at the window, arms folded across her chest as she watched the taillights of Davis’ car disappear into the darkness.

Only when they faded completely did she step away and begin pacing the room restlessly.

Running off into the night with no direction?

Does he even realize how exposed he is? What if he runs straight into an enemy trap?

She glanced at the wall clock and exhaled slowly. "I guess... maybe you just needed space to cool off."

Tossing her phone onto the bed, she began undressing, shedding the weight of the day before stepping into the bathroom for a refreshing shower after a long day.

The hot water cascading over her skin offered temporary relief, but not enough to settle her thoughts.

By the time she came out, wrapped in a robe, a tray of steaming food had already been brought in by Deborah.

By the time she came out, wrapped in a robe, a tray of steaming food had already been brought in by Deborah.

Jessica sighed, picked up her phone again, and dialed a number. "Where are you?" she asked quietly.

"Still en route," came the calm voice of the subordinate.

She paused, her tone level. "Alright. Let me know when you get there."

Ending the call, she shook her head and sat down on the bed, her brow furrowed in thought.

Where exactly is he going?

With no answers, she pulled the tray closer and forced herself to eat.

After eating, she went over to the balcony. The night sky stretched above her, the stars scattered like fragments of a shattered mirror, the moon casting its silver glow.

She leaned on the railing, trying to piece together what had gone wrong.

Was I too harsh?

Was I wrong to push him?

No... I was only encouraging him to go to the summit. A summit that only happens once in five years.

He can’t just miss it because of a pregnancy that’s still eight weeks away, right?

But if he skips it, it’ll definitely hurt his career. His growth.

She sighed deeply. "Davis, I’m doing this for you... I just hope one day you’ll understand that."

"Maybe a little time away, a few minutes of cooling off will help you think it through," she muttered before returning to the room.

She walked to the safe at the bedside. The key in her hand glinted under the room light as she inserted it, turned it a few times, and with a quiet click, the lock opened.

She pulled out the envelope she had taken from her grandmother from Bassai village, her heart thumping wildly as she turned it over in her hand.

With the knowledge that the information in this envelope is connected to the opening of the vault and the future of the Allen family, she knew she couldn’t avoid this truth for long. She encouraged herself as she took a few steps back.

Settling back on the bed, she turned it over one more time in her hand as if she were hoping to carve the intricacies of the design into memory. Her hand trembled lightly.

With a steadying breath, she picked up a small fruit knife from the tray and gently sliced open the seal.

Slowly, she began pulling out the contents of the envelope, but surprisingly, the first thing she came across wasn’t a document or photo, it was an introductory letter. Handwritten in neat, elegant script. Her breath caught in her throat.

It was from her mother.

Looking at that familiar handwriting she had missed, Jessica felt her eyes sting as she read through the letter.

"My little daughter,"

For you to read this, you must have grown up, tall, beautiful, and strong enough to make decisions for yourself.

I’m sorry I couldn’t be there to watch you grow, or see the woman you’ve become.

But no tears now, our princess is no crybaby, right?

Happy married life my baby. I know my jewel found a good man, someone who will love and care for her. That thought alone gives me peace.

But if he ever hurts you, don’t hesitate to walk away. You’ve endured enough pain over the years.

It hurts me that I’ll never meet him, but I have no regrets as long as he truly loves you.

The documents you will find in this envelope are all your original documents and a small wedding gift from me.

Monica Allen always wanted you as her daughter-in-law. Maybe it won’t happen the way she dreamed but if you no longer cross paths with her son, so be it.

But if fate had been fair to grant her wishes, then send my warmest regards.

But for my sake, take a trip to the Allen family and check on Grandpa Allen. Take good care of him. He is a good man and also my boss.

When it is time to return to your roots, do not hesitate. I am sure your father will always and always be happy to welcome you back.

I wish I could say more. But I hope what’s enclosed here answers the questions in your heart.

Live a good and beautiful life.

~Mom~

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