Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 59: Letsee your legs?..

Jessica walking away had a faint smile on her lips. The night has been fruitful. She didn’t expect Desmond to

cto the balcony—making him believe she was genuinely uncertain about Davis's fate, that she was probing

for answers because she lacked confidence in his recovery.

That was exactly what she wanted him to think.

Who would wish their enemy a long life, let alone a chance to rise again? His confidence in Davis's permanent

state of helplessness only confirmed what she had long suspected—he wanted Davis out of the picture entirely.

The more he assumed Davis was doomed, the less cautious he would be. He would slip, make mistakes—

mistakes she could use to her advantage.

Desmond might have planned well but like the old man said she will remain an unknown factor in this battle of

wits. Her naivety will be her best trump card.

~In another room~

Davis sat in his wheelchair at the center of the room he had been most familiar with, his bedroom from childhood

till the tof his accident. His eyes slowly tracing the familiar furnishings and fittings with memories preserved

on each of them.

The sky blue coloured wall, the large mahogany table sitting by the window with its surface polished by years of

use was once a place he had read and studied on, several photos of the important people in his life were framed

and placed on it.

The curtain had been carefully chosen by his mother, an embrace he will never get to hold again, he felt his

heart hurt as the memories he never wanted to revisit surfaced.

The bookshelves lined the walls had books he had read and studied to be a better man whose parents should be

proud of. Several awards standing on a space in the shelf, a reminder of his efforts and achievements which had

all gone down the drain.

Tseemed to stand still in this room, as if the years had frozen in place, unwilling to move forward.

Each corner of the room held traces of the past he had left behind—echoes of laughter, whispered conversations,

and moments of peace long lost to the changes that had swept over his life.

A faint knock echoed through the room before the door creaked open, revealing Jessica. Davis rubbed his

forehead lightly, his fingers pressing against the tension he could never fully escape, before his gaze slowly

settled on her.

Jessica stepped inside, quietly clicking the door shut. She surveyed the room, taking in the simple vibrant

decoration of the room that is in stark contrast to the cold and distant man on the wheelchair.

Her gaze flickered to the table with three photo frame, she walked slowly to the table as she studied each of the

frame. They are all women but each with its own distinct features.

She recognized one as Vera but the other two she guessed must be his mother and sister. She remembered

hearing someone say the Allen’s family daughter was missing and had not been found for years.

Her gaze drifted to Davis, studying him with a mixture of curiosity and concern. His still presence, his once-

commanding figure now diminished by the wheelchair seemed to hold secrets only he knew. Their eyes met, and

for a moment, the silence between them was heavy, full of unspoken words.

"Is he asleep?" he asked softly, his voice breaking the silence that hung in the room.

Her gaze remained fixed on Davis, observing the subtle changes in his expression since she entered the room.

"Yes, he has expended much energy and needed all the rest." Her voice gentle and firm. He nodded lightly,

thinking about the incident earlier he felt complicated.

"Thank you." He muttered almost inaudible.

"| just did what anyone will do." She replied as she dropped the last photo frin her hand. She had held the

photo frfor a longer tbecause of its striking resemblance to her friend Bella but that’s all.

With no response coming from him, his expression blank Jessica was a bit worried, she ccloser her hand on

his shoulder "Are you okay?" She asked as she searched his face for answers.

Davis, however, didn’t break his gaze, watching her with an intensity that felt almost palpable. In his still, cold,

and colorless world, Jessica had becthe only thing that make it vibrant.

Every corner of the room, every quiet moment, every solitude, seemed to calive in her presence, it's as if

she brought a warmth that transcended the walls that had trapped him for a long time.

Her barrage into the study room where he has locked himself up, her taunting that forced him to sign the

marriage documents, her insistence that made him take a tour around the hhe had long dreaded, her anger

at him being called a cripple... she is really one of a kind.

It is as though everything around him always subtly shift whenever she entered, just like now—dull and lifeless

before, now radiating with something he couldn't quite nbut felt deep within.

He lifted his hand slowly holding her wrist gently and without a word, Davis pulled her onto his lap with one swift

motion, his arms wrapping around her tightly.

He buried his head in the crook of her neck, the warmth of her skin, the scent belonging to her that he had

gradually becaccustomed to wrapped around him as he sighed in relief.

For a brief moment, the world outside seemed to have faded, and all that existed was the steady rhythm of her

breath, the softness of her presence, and the comfort of her embrace.

His tensed body melted, replaced by a weak vulnerable soul—a quiet longing he hadn't allowed himself to

acknowledge for a long tsurfaced.

Jessica noticed the shift in his mood almost immediately. The weight of his silence, the tightness in his embrace,

spoke louder than any words.

Her hand moved instinctively, patting his back with a soothing rhythm in a gentle reassurance, as though

comforting a child. She understood his mood well, she had experienced over and over in her life.

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smiles. The cruel words, the eyes that saw nothing but his crippled body.

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Davis's eyes stung, a sharp pain rising in his chest as the emotions he'd buried for so long finally began to

surface. Jessica felt the dampness on her neck, the warmth soaking into her skin. She didn’t need to think to

know what it was.

Her heart tightened, but she remained still, understanding that this was something he had to face in his own

time.

Slowly, she let her hand slide into his hair, her fingers gently caressing the soft strands, her touch soothing and

steady. She massaged his scalp, her movements slow and deliberate, giving him space to let go.

"You know it’s okay to hurt once in a while," she whispered softly, her voice low and tender. "And it’s okay to cry

because you are human."

Her words were simple, but they carried a weight that seemed to wrap around him like a comforting embrace,

breaking through the walls he had built.

After a long while, his breathe becsteady and even. She slowly stopped patting him, giving him tto

gather himself before she gently pulled away from him.

His eyes though reddened was much brighter, calm and peaceful. Jessica made to stand up but he held her back.

"Leaving so soon?"

"Not really." She replied her gaze not leaving his. "Do you care to letsee your legs?" she asked softly.