Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption-Chapter 149: Unexpected twist

Jessica observed both of them silently, her heart heavy as she watched the weight of the news settle in. "Dad, you can sit down first to calm your emotions," she said softly.

She had been preparing herself for this moment for days, thinking about how to live with this truth. Seeing them both so emotional was expected, but there was an even greater challenge ahead... Bella.

Jessica’s mind raced. She is terrified and worried about how Bella would react to this shock.

For years, she had prayed and hoped to find her family after she recovered from the accident, though she had no recollection of what they looked like.

The accident had changed so much about her—physically, mentally and emotionally—that she often wondered if Bella had even noticed. But now, she would have to face that reality. How could she even begin to explain this to Bella?

It felt like a mirage that her sworn sister and best friend whom she had saved, trained, and protected turns out to be her sister-in-law. Fate really has a way of playing tricks on people.

Then, the man she called her godfather now becomes her grandfather while she in turns switches her position to granddaughter in-law. "Quite ridiculous", she muttered under her breath.

Taking a deep breath, Jessica stood up slowly and walked to the kitchenette. She retrieved a glass of warm water and handed it to Elliot, who took it with a trembling hand. Without a word, he drank the water down in a few quick gulps, his body still tense with shock.

Jessica quietly returned the empty glass to the counter before turning back to Davis. She repeated the same gesture for him, her hands careful as she handed him the glass. Davis took a sip before handing it back, his gaze distant, but still focused. She placed the glass on the nightstand, her hands lingering for a moment before she walked over to him.

Without a word, she gently wrapped her arms around him. His head resting against her stomach, slowly, she felt his arm snake around her waist and for a moment, they held each other in silence.

Though Davis was always calm and composed on the outside, Jessica knew him well enough to see past the facade. Inside, he was soft, vulnerable—just like everyone else. She wouldn’t be surprised if, in this moment, he broke down in front of her. And that thought, more than anything, made her heart ache for him.

"You know it’s not difficult to accept or reject, right?" she whispered softly, her voice barely audible in the quiet room.

Davis nodded slowly against her body, his breathing deep and steady, but Jessica could tell his mind was racing.

"Then put this behind you, like any other news," she continued, her hand gently brushing through his hair. "When you’re ready to come to terms with it, you can make your decision."

She held him for a little longer, feeling the tension in his body slowly begin to ease. For now, all she could do was support him. The rest was up to him to decide.

With Jessica’s words still lingering in the air, Davis held her tighter, burying his face deeper into her stomach. He didn’t care if Elliot or his grandfather were in the room.

At that moment, he allowed himself to feel the weight of his emotions which continuously swirled like a volcano waiting to erupt.

His thoughts drifting to the memory of his mother—the soft, loving smile she had always given him, the wink she’d send his way before she left, and the gentle scoldings she’d give whenever he’d ask about his grandfather—her father.

It all made sense now. He understood why she would glance around to make sure no one was listening when he brought up the Ravensdale name.

She had kept her identity hidden, but why? She had told him in secret that she was part of the Ravensdale family. The truth had been there all along, yet hiding in plain sight.

Yet, it didn’t end there but now the lady he had planned to make his sworn sister turned out to be his long-lost sister. Davis couldn’t believe it.

"Why didn’t I think about it when I first met her?" he thought to himself. "Why didn’t I look deeper when I found her familiar? Why hadn’t I asked more questions? Why did fate have to play such a cruel joke on me?"

There were so many questions swirling in his mind, unanswered and aching to be understood. But like Jessica had said, it was best to calm down.

"At least I’m better off now," he thought. "I have someone to lean on, someone to walk this journey with me. She may not be perfect, but she is my perfection."

With a slow sigh, he detached himself from her, his eyes reddened from the emotions he had just let go. Jessica, ever so gentle, raised her hands to wipe his face clean. "What handsome?" she teased with a soft scoff, causing Davis to chuckle lightly.

"Will you reject me when it turns ugly?" he smirked, his tone playful, but his eyes still holding onto that raw vulnerability.

Jessica, knowing he was beginning to gather himself again, smiled. As she began to step away, Davis reached out and gently held her back. "Thank you," he said quietly, the gratitude in his voice unmistakable.

It was no surprise to him that every riddle in his life, every mystery that had seemed impossible to solve, Jessica had quietly noticed and resolved.

He was more than grateful for her, more than he could ever put into words. A small smile tugged at his lips as he remembered how, after he had woken up from his accident and had remained in the study as his sanctuary but she had forced him out of that study.

That was who she was—selfless, always giving, never asking for anything in return. Davis sighed deeply "I think am the luckiest man to have her by my side." He mused.