Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption-Chapter 188: Wife, thank you...

Although the road had been hard and rough, Davis and Jessica were glad they had chosen to walk it. It hadn’t been easy, and it wasn’t going to be easy still, but they had decided to live in the present while fighting for their tomorrow. They had no regrets. Every pain and hardship had shaped their bond stronger.

As Davis sat there quietly, he couldn’t help but take a trip down memory lane. His mind wandered back to the dark days he spent in the study, his trip at the Allen family house, where he had been mocked and scorned by his own blood.

On the day he had left, he had been ambushed—an experience that could have ended his life if not for a rare miracle and one person’s skill and bravery. That day remained forever carved in his memory, a day he would always be grateful for.

He was thankful Jessica had been there. Thankful for her foresight, for her decisiveness. Thankful that she had risked everything for him, without holding back, even though their marriage was not what she had wished for.

She had been hurt because of him, she had fallen into a coma because of him, and he had experienced a terrible, agonizing helplessness that he would never wish on anyone.

And when she woke up, she hadn’t backed away or blamed him. Instead, she had taken a firm stand beside him. They had chosen to disappear for a while—just to buy enough time to regroup and find a path forward, away from those who wanted to crush them.

His eyes stung and his heart swelled with deep emotions as he looked down at the woman in his arms. Jessica, sensing the change in his mood, gently stepped out of his embrace.

She knew he shouldn’t stand for too long yet; he still needed assistance to walk. Yet, seeing him take even a few steps on his own had filled her heart with warmth and pride. It was proof that all her efforts had not been in vain.

Softly, she guided him to sit down on the bed, and without wasting a second, she leaned down and pressed her lips against his. It was not just a kiss; it was an unspoken message, a way to express everything she couldn’t put into words. She was proud of him, proud of how far he had come.

Davis responded by pulling her to sit on his thigh. His arms wrapped around her waist protectively. He looked deep into her eyes, his gaze intense yet gentle. He wouldn’t deny it—Jessica was his only light in the darkest times of his life, the only hope he had clung to when everything else fell apart. His supporter, his shield, his anchor.

"Wife, thank you for being there," he said, his voice hoarse with emotion. His eyes held the testament of his gratefulness.

Jessica sighed softly. She had made a decision long ago to carry a burden alone, but now, seeing Davis reclaim himself, she knew it was time to share the secret she had held close to her heart.

"I have a secret I’ve kept for a long time," she said. "And now, I think it’s time to tell you."

Davis blinked slowly, studying her. Despite the word secret, he didn’t feel any fear or worry. He trusted her completely. He knew she would never do anything to hurt him and for her to keep it away meant it was for his safety.

Still, he couldn’t help teasing her a little.

"Why do you call it a secret when you are about to share it?" he asked indulgently, a small smile tugging at his lips.

Jessica chuckled softly. "Because I kept it from you. I hid it without your knowledge. That makes it a secret, doesn’t it?"

Davis shrugged his shoulders in resignation, a playful glint in his eyes.

Jessica stood up and walked to the corner of the room. She bent down and opened a drawer locked with a password.

Quickly, she keyed in the code and pulled out a brown, leather-covered envelope. She held it in her hands for a moment, as if weighing its importance, before walking back to Davis.

She intended to hand it over while standing, but Davis had other plans. He reached out, clasped her waist firmly, and pulled her back into his arms.

"What’s in the envelope?" he asked. His voice was low and gentle, his attention more on her than on the envelope itself.

Jessica smiled, placing the envelope into his hands. "Take a look for yourself. See if anything is missing."

Davis’s heart thudded loudly in his chest. A part of him screamed that the document inside was important—very important—but he couldn’t guess what it might be. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

Slowly, he untied the string around the envelope and pulled out the documents inside. The first page stared back at him, and the moment he read the words, his breath caught in his throat. His eyes widened in pure shock, his lips trembled, and he could barely find words to speak. His hands shook slightly as his eyes turned red with emotion.

It was the transfer of ownership of major shares from his grandfather to him.

He lifted his gaze slowly to meet Jessica’s, disbelief clear in his expression.

"What other battles am I supposed to fight," he muttered hoarsely, "when the biggest battle has already been won without my knowledge?"

He stared at her, overwhelmed. "How did you get this? How did you manage to convince my grandfather to transfer the shares? And what about the shares Desmond was fighting for?" he asked, all his questions tumbling out at once.

Jessica smiled gently, a warmth in her eyes.

"I signed the document with a promise," she said quietly. "And now, I’m handing the shares to you with all my heart, in good faith."

She leaned down and placed a soft kiss on his cheek, sealing her words with affection.

Davis’s thoughts ran wild. His mind swirled with a thousand emotions he could no longer hide.

His sharp gaze settled on Jessica, full of deep, profound appreciation. He couldn’t imagine what she must have gone through to secure this. The battles she must have fought silently, the sacrifices she must have made, all for him.

He thought about Desmond, his cunning uncle, and the battles he had thought he still needed to fight. But Jessica—Jessica had already fought the biggest war for him and won.

Slowly, Davis placed the documents aside and cupped Jessica’s face in his hands. His thumbs gently brushed her cheeks as he stared into her eyes.

"You didn’t just redeemed my life," he whispered. "You redeemed my future, my dreams...everything."

Jessica’s eyes shone with unshed tears, but she smiled and shook her head.

"No, Davis. I only walked with you. You saved yourself. You chose to fight. You chose to survive."

He pulled her into a tight embrace, holding her like he never wanted to let her go.

And truly, he didn’t.

This woman was his strength, his partner, his everything. Together, they would reclaim all that had been lost. Together, they would build a future that no one could tear apart.

No matter what battles lay ahead, Davis knew one thing for certain—He would never be alone again.