Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption-Chapter 165: A visit

With slow and steady steps, Jessica wheeled Davis up the rough, stony path of the cemetery. After a while, they reached the gate. She nodded at the gatekeeper, who she had come to recognize. There was a time she visited so often, crying her eyes out at the grave, that he had once been forced to deny her entry for her own good.

But today was different. She hadn’t been here in months, and today she just want to speak to her mother, to let her know the decision she had made. Jessica stopped the wheelchair a few meters from the grave and walked quietly the rest of the way. Kneeling down, she placed a single white lily at the base of the gravestone.

Then she saw something that made her pause.

Another bunch of fresh lilies already lay there.

Her mind immediately rang warning bells. Who had visited her mother’s grave before her? She had never seen anyone else here before. Questions flooded her mind, but she pushed them aside. There would be time later to think about it and find out the truth.

"Mom, it’s been a long time," she said in a soft voice. "I’m sorry I didn’t come sooner."

She paused, her lips trembling. Her eyes grew red as tears threatened to fall. The wind blew gently through the trees, wrapping her in a cool breeze that seemed to calm her. She took a deep breath, struggling to hold back the tears.

A deep silence covered the cemetery, broken only by Jessica’s quiet voice.

"I miss you... every single day. Whenever I’m unsure, I try to imagine what you would have told me to do. I wonder how you would have reacted. But the truth is, I can’t hear your voice anymore."

She sighed. Her voice grew stronger, and she blinked away her tears.

"I thought I could handle things on my own, but everything’s a mess now. I came today to tell you... I’ve decided to buy the Brown Group from George. He has been holding on to it tightly, never letting go, even while your hard work is going to waste. I’ll take it back. I’ll make him pay for everything he’s done over the years."

She sniffled and brushed away a tear from her chin. The leaves rustled in the soft wind, almost like her mother was listening.

"I forgot I’m not supposed to cry like a baby," she said with a small smile. "Don’t worry about me anymore, Mom. I’m strong now. Over the years, I’ve told you about the friends I’ve made. But now, there’s someone else."

A short distance behind her, Davis sat quietly in his wheelchair, giving her space, yet keeping a watchful eye on the area. She turned around and waved at him to come closer.

Davis smiled gently as he rolled forward, stopping beside her in front of the gravestone.

Jessica looked back at the stone and said softly, "Mom, meet Davis Allen. George arranged our marriage, but don’t worry—I’m okay. One day, when he’s standing on his feet again, he’ll come and greet you properly. Then you can help me take a good look at him."

A soft smile tugged at her lips.

Together, they bowed their heads in silence. After a few seconds, they turned and began to leave.

Behind a tall tree nearby, a handsome young man stepped out of hiding, his eyes fixed on them. Davis, sensing something, glanced over his shoulder—but saw no one. Still, throughout their visit, he had felt a strange presence, like someone had been watching. The feeling was peaceful, not threatening, so he let it go.

Jessica felt lighter, as if a burden had been lifted off her shoulders. She let out a deep sigh.

"I must take the Brown Group from him," she said.

"You have my support," Davis replied quietly.

Jessica turned to him and smiled. For the first time, she felt thankful she had agreed to George’s marriage arrangement. freewёbnoνel.com

Meanwhile, behind the tree, the young man patted his chest to calm his breath. "That was a close one," he whispered. He glanced in the direction they had gone and frowned.

"Who was that man?" he asked himself. "He seems dangerous... And what is his relationship with her?"

He pulled out his phone and made a quick note. "I’ll have Maxwell look into this, but keep it discreet."

The man had returned to Country Y only a few weeks ago. He had come to visit the grave of the woman who gave birth to him—though she had never known of his existence. What he hadn’t expected was to finally see the sister he had heard so much about, the sister who had become a legend to him.

Though, he had never seen her for the first time and there is no picture that tells who she is but then with the estimate and guess he took of her age and the fact he had heard surrounding his mother- his sister should be the only one that could be here.

"How I wish I was closer to get a full glimpse of her face? May be I should have passed her way to see her and find out that man she is with?" He mused inwardly.

"Sister, you just wait. I will seek you out at the right time when I am sure to have eliminated every obstacle to your place in the family but till then....

He stared at the grave for a moment longer. His heart felt heavy with emotions—determination, longing, and heightened sense of responsibility.

Then, with a final glance, he turned and took another path down the hill, heading toward the car where his subordinates was waiting for him.

Davis and Jessica returned to the car. In silence, they got in, and the driver slid into the front seat. Slowly, the car pulled away from the cemetery.

Jessica stared out the window, watching the scenery blur past. "Do you think I’d be wrong to buy over the Brown Group?" she asked softly. "Or should I just claim it, since it was willed to me as my inheritance?"

Davis sighed. Although she had never directly spoken about it, he had always known George Brown held a deep place in her heart—a father figure far more than she would ever admit. The way she always felt hurt by George’s words and actions made it clear.

"Just think it through," Davis said gently. "Do you really want to take it from him... or are you just angry because of what he did and said?"

Jessica didn’t respond right away. Her fingers tightened around the strap of her handbag as she took a deep breath. Her eyes grew cold.

"I want to take everything from him," she said quietly but firmly. "I want him to feel what it’s like to be abandoned. I want to watch him crawl, to see him beg—and for no one to come to his aid."

Davis looked at her closely, concerned. "This wasn’t your plan before, was it? You intended to handle things slowly. After your last strike, you pulled back and left him alone. You didn’t press further. Am I right?"

He would support her no matter what path she chose, but he wanted her to be certain—certain that she wouldn’t regret it later or feel pain for acting out of rage.

"You’re right," Jessica replied, her voice low. "But after hearing the real reason he forced me into this marriage, I want to destroy everything he ever hoped to gain. He saw me as a barrier to his plans... and I want to become the wall that buries his ambitions."

Davis let out a long breath. She’s serious about this now, he thought.

"Babe," he said softly, "what exactly changed your mind? What did he say to make you decide this?"

It was only then Jessica realized she hadn’t told Davis about what happened at the club. He had been too furious when she first brought it up, especially knowing how dangerous the situation had been.

Quietly, she began to explain. She recounted the events of that night, then pulled out her phone and played the clip she had managed to obtain.

As Davis watched, his expression darkened. The air around him turned cold and overbearing. He didn’t say a word for a long moment.

Eventually, he exhaled sharply and calmed himself. "Since you’re still officially declared missing," he said in a low, even tone, "you can’t act against them directly—not yet. But when the time comes, we’ll do this right. I promise."

Jessica nodded in understanding, her expression calm. She appreciated Davis’s concern and advice, his words were not lost on her. She wouldn’t go ahead with the acquisition for the mean time. Yet, she had no intention of halting the plans she had already set in motion just in case the situation called for a change in course.

The future is unpredictable, and it never hurt to be prepared.