Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption-Chapter 226: That’s my wife...

In a quiet lounge elsewhere, Davis sat in his wheelchair. His expression is stoic and cool, his posture tall and proud. A small smile touched his lips as he ended the call.

For a brief moment, his usually sharp eyes showed a rare warmth—a soft look in his eyes. The serious men around the table noticed it and exchanged surprised glances.

Before the call, the room had been full of conversation. But when Davis heard the ding that told him Jessica’s phone was finally online, he had calmly paused the meeting and made the call right there in front of everyone.

He didn’t hide the conversation. He didn’t walk away. Yet, it was surprising to witness this rare side of his. Everyone of the members waited for the call to end before the meeting continued.

Answering the call before them had been a purposeful act. He wanted them to see it. He wanted them to take note of this new identity of his which they never knew—he is married and nothing would change this fact in this lifetime.

He wanted them to see that Jessica wasn’t just some woman he hid away in a hotel room. She was the reason he had come back after everything went wrong.

She had helped him through the darkest times of his life. She gave him strength when he had none left. She was calm when everything else was chaos.

She was the reason he could sit here today, in a wheelchair, and still lead like a true boss.

While the world talked about how far he had fallen, she had been right there, helping him stay strong. Because of her, he had the courage to rebuild his company and dream again—not just to get back what he lost but to go even further than before.

The reason was simple—He wanted to take care of her. He wanted to make her proud. He wanted every woman to look at her and wish they were in her place.

He had planned for her to join him at the meeting. She had always been his quiet strength. But she had been feeling weak lately, often sick and tired.

That morning, she couldn’t even wake up at her usual time. He didn’t want to push her, so he let her rest because he would handle this.

Looking at the men around the large table, Davis smiled gently and said, "That’s my wife." There was silence for a moment as though they wanted to analyse the sentence. Then several of the men nodded and said together, "The Chairman is blessed."

"Thank you," Davis replied, giving a respectful nod. He could see their attitudes of respect for the boss lady some of them haven’t met . They seem to understand her place in his heart but it doesn’t matter if they do or not.

But, Davis made a promise to himself:

He would give this company everything he had. He would not only bring it back but take it higher than it had ever been. Not just for power, but for love—and for the future.

He gave a small signal to Ethan, he stepped forward and handed out thick folders to everyone in the room.

The folders were well-made, each one showing the Allen family’s symbol on the front. Inside were the full plans—how the company would be rebuilt, expanded, and improved. It included forecasts, strategies, and offers for each person in the room.

Beside Davis sat Mr. Stan, the manager and the decision making power of the branch. With his facial features and sharp eyes, he looked calm and wise. His suit was perfect, and his voice was steady.

Once everyone had their folder, Mr. Stan spoke. "Gentlemen," he said clearly, "thank you for coming. We’re not just here to fix things. We’re here to build something better. What you see in front of you is a map to a brighter future—not just for the Allen Group, but for all of us."

Ethan turned on the projector, and the first slide appeared on the screen.

It said: New life..

"Over the past few months," Mr. Stan continued, "Chairman Davis Allen has worked day and night on this plan. He’s built new partnerships, looked closely at every asset, and created a strong plan to not only recover our losses, but grow three times larger in the next two years."

At first, some of the men in the room didn’t seem convinced. They leaned back, arms crossed, or flipped through the folders without much interest.

Mr. Stan didn’t mind because knowing them to be profit minded, he was sure of them being convinced. As he moved to the next part of the plan, Ethan changed the slide again. And this time, the mood shifted.

The screen showed rising graphs, strong market numbers, and lists of companies ready to invest. There were tax benefits, legal protections, and new technology that was already patented.

Now the men started to lean forward. They whispered to each other. Their eyes scanned the numbers with real interest.

One man asked, "Chairman Davis, is it true you had a meeting with the previous R&D department and its establishment underway with global partners?"

"Yes," Davis said calmly. "And two international investors have already agreed. You’ll find details in section six."

Another man, who had once doubted Davis after his accident, asked, "How soon will we see profits if we follow this plan?"

"By the second quarter of next year," Davis replied. "And investors who reinvest now will receive bonuses."

Now the room was alive. The people who had come in with doubts were beginning to believe. Their interest is drawn to the mention of bonuses.

They didn’t seem to see a man in a wheelchair anymore. Rather, they saw a leader with strong vision. One who had suffered but refused to give up.

As the meeting went on, questions came quickly. Davis answered them all smoothly. When he paused, Mr. Stan or Ethan stepped in without missing a beat.

By the time the presentation ended, the boardroom was full of energy and hope. There was no official vote yet—but it didn’t need one.

Their trust was written on their faces.

One by one, the men stood up to shake Davis’s hand.

As he looked around, Davis glanced at his phone again. She had been his reason for everything. He would not fail her.

Not now. Not ever.