Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption-Chapter 124: More about yourself...

~At Jessica’s Mansion~

The evening sun cast a golden glow over the horizon, painting the sky in soft hues of orange and golden. A gentle breeze whispered through the perfectly manicured lawn, carrying the faint fragrance of blooming flowers. The entire scene exuded a quiet elegance and serenity, which is in a stark contrast to the chaos and tension of their daily lives.

Davis sat in his electric wheelchair, moving it effortlessly with subtle control, while Jessica walked beside him. It was a rare moment of tranquility, away from the demands of the day, a moment of refreshing solitude —a rare moment of peace.

"This place is usually beautiful at sunset," Jessica mused aloud, her gaze sweeping over the landscape. "The gardeners make sure everything stays perfect."

Before now, she had spent most of the time here, doing her medical research as well as running her company from here and should there be any special case needing her assistance it will be arranged through the proper channel which is Richard.

Jessica took the opportunity to show Davis around, pointing out various parts of the mansion he had only briefly seen in the past few days.

Though he had been staying here out of necessity, this tour felt different—it gave him a proper introduction to the mansion. It felt strange that he had been here for days yet hadn’t truly seen its beauty.

As they walked through path , Davis reached out and took Jessica’s hand in his. His fingers traced hers gently, memorizing the shape, the warmth, the delicate softness —yet beneath that tenderness lay strength. The same strength that had carried her through everything life had thrown at her.

A thought struck him, sending a wave of emotion through his chest. His hand tightened slightly around Jessica’s, his jaw clenched slightly. "Married for a long time without a wedding ring." He mused inwardly.

She had endured so much, yet never once had she complained. No grand ceremony, no ring to symbolize their union, no acknowledgment from the world. She had taken it all in stride, silently bearing it all.

Jessica, unaware of the storm in his mind, continued talking, pointing out different features of the estate. Her voice was light, cheerful—like she was trying to make the most of this moment.

A cluster of vibrant flowers caught her attention, and she let go of his hand to step forward, inhaling their fragrance with a soft smile.

The sight of her bathed in the golden sunset, surrounded by nature, made Davis exhale quietly. She looked at peace, yet he knew better. She deserved more.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of approaching footsteps.

Richard emerged from the pathway leading to the garden, his gaze shifting between them as he took in the scene.

"Enjoying the evening?" Richard asked, his voice breaking the comfortable silence.

Jessica turned to him with a smile. "It’s beautiful out here. Davis hadn’t really explored the garden before, so I thought I’d show him around."

Richard nodded, but his attention lingered on Davis briefly as Davis met his gaze before looking back at Jessica, who had returned to admiring the flowers.

Jessica turned to him, her eyes filled with expectation. "How did it go?" she asked, her tone eager yet slightly cautious.

After watching the live broadcast earlier, they had retreated to their bedroom for Davis’s therapy session. Now, she needed to hear the full outcome of the board meeting.

Richard nodded. "It went smoothly. The board has given Desmond an ultimatum. He must provide clear evidence of tax payments, along with a detailed financial report and audited accounts. If he fails to do so, he’ll be forced to step down."

Jessica glanced at Davis, searching his face for a reaction. His expression was cold, unreadable with a slow, knowing smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. He could only imagine Desmond’s face when the board had delivered their verdict.

And why should Desmond have it easy?

He had suffered—humiliation, betrayal, loss. He had watched as his rightful place was stolen from him, as those who were supposed to be family turned their backs on him. He had endured in silence, but that time was over.

Though he had yet to fully recover the use of his legs, he knew one thing for sure—he was done being passive. It was time for justice.

He exhaled slowly, his fingers tightening slightly. "I think that’s letting him off too easily," he murmured. Then, his smirk widened. "This time, I’ll be the one doing him a favor."

"I don’t think there’s a need to rush him out now. Your therapy has only been going on for a week, and we still expect at least three months before you can try standing," Jessica explained.

Davis needed to step up and take the responsibilities that rightfully belonged to him, but she didn’t want to take any risks. No matter what happened, Desmond should remain in that position for now—if only to treat it as a temporary arrangement.

She placed her hand on the wheelchair and gently pushed him toward a nearby garden, with Richard following close behind. After settling him down, she pulled out her phone and played with it briefly.

Richard’s voice suddenly cut through the quiet. "You’re scheduled to operate on the Dante family’s son tomorrow," he reported, paying no mind to Davis’s presence.

"Alright, make the necessary arrangements for my movement and ensure my privacy. Also, keep an eye on the Brown and Allen families. I don’t want to cross paths with them tomorrow," Jessica instructed swiftly.

"Anything else that needs my attention?" she asked, raising a brow.

Richard hesitated for a moment, studying her expression. He briefly wondered if she had revealed her true identity to Davis, but seeing her composed and nonchalant demeanor, it was clear she had already made up her mind.

"Yes, there is. This year’s fashion launch. You’ve put it on hold, and some of the design drafts are still unreleased. The ones that have been approved haven’t moved to production yet," Richard outlined concisely.

Jessica felt a dull ache in her temple. Her head throbbed. She had put all her business engagements on pause when her father forced her into this marriage. But now, she needed to pick up the pieces. And with Davis still undergoing treatment, she had to tread carefully.

It seemed she would have to navigate the world as a Mafian while still holding onto her desire for a peaceful life.

Davis observed her with fascination. Her decisiveness was something he admired. Up until now, he hadn’t fully understood who she was. Every time he asked about her identity, she skillfully avoided the topic. But now, it seemed she was finally ready to talk.

"Babe, apart from being the Brown family’s abandoned daughter... can you tell me more about yourself?" His voice was calm, his gaze filled with anticipation.

Jessica smiled lightly. She had thought it over countless times. Now that they had come this far, she was certain—some things had to come to light.

"Well, to keep it brief... I’m a medical doctor known as Sica, a fashion designer, and the CEO of Angels Wear."

Her words hit Davis like a thunderclap. His mind reeled as he processed each revelation, realizing that the woman he had married was far more than what she appeared to be.