Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption novel Chapter 93

Chapter 93: Stay safe

With the three bikers down and out, Ethan sighed in relief "thank God, it ended just this way" he mused. He adjusted his mood as he steadied the car but Jessica voice tore through his thought disrupting his plan.

"Ethan there is truck coming head on, there are staging another accident, quickly turn around to the direction you are coming from and accelerate your speed. After 20 kilometers pack the car".

Ethan barely had time to process Jessica’s command before he caught sight of the massive truck barreling toward them at a full speed with its headlights beaming like the eyes of a predator.

Ethan’s hand instinctively tightened on the steering wheel as his pulse raced.

"Damn! They’re not backing down at all!" he cursed under his breath, swiftly spinning the wheel to make a sharp U-turn.

The tires screeched against the asphalt, the car jerking violently as he struggled to regain control.

Davis froze at the sound as it all came crawling back —The blaring horn, the screeching tires, the world flipping over. The excruciating pain. His body tensed as the vivid memories clawed at his mind, dragging him back to the accident that had cost him everything.

His breath turning into a shallow, panic seeping into his veins like poison.

"No... No..." he muttered, barely audible.

Jessica snapped her gaze to him. She recognized the signs instantly—his trembling fingers, the distant, unfocused look in his eyes, the rapid rise and fall of his chest. He was reliving it.

"Davis, look at me," she urged, grabbing his hand. When he didn’t respond, she squeezed it tightly, forcing him back to reality. "Breathe with me. In... out. Focus on me."

Davis’ jaw clenched, his knuckles turning white instantly. The ringing in his ears refused to fade. Jessica leaned closer, her voice firm but soothing as she continuously talked to him breaking through his illusion.

The weight of her words anchored him, dragging him out of the darkness. His breathing, though still erratic, slowed slightly. His grip on her hand tightened, as if drawing strength from her presence.

Just then, Jessica’s phone vibrated in her pocket. She quickly retrieved it, eyes still on Davis. Seeing the caller ID, she swiped to answer.

"Boss, we’re on our way. What’s your situation?" came the urgent voice of her subordinate.

Jessica didn’t hesitate. "We’re being tailed. They are bent on staging an accident—sent a truck straight for us. So make it faster."

"Understood, we will be there in ten minutes."

"That’s too long. We don’t have ten minutes," she snapped. "Get here faster."

"Yes, boss."

The call ended.

With one hand holding on to Davis, she dialed out "Red, cover up in five minutes", she instructed concisely.

Jessica looked at Ethan, her gaze sharp. "Keep driving for twenty kilometers, then pull over."

Ethan nodded, swallowing hard. "Understood."

Jessica turned back to Davis. His grip on her hand had lessened, but the tension in his shoulders remained. She lifted her free hand and gently cupped his cheek, her touch gentle. "We must get through this unscathed okay?"

Davis finally met her gaze. The storm in his eyes was still there, but it was no longer consuming him.

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