Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption-Chapter 132: No, it can’t happen...

Jessica quickly slid into the waiting car parked in front of the house. But before the door shut completely, she turned her head and looked up at the window of their bedroom. As expected, Davis was sitting there, watching her leave. A smile tugged at her lips. She raised her hand and blew him a kiss, her heart swelling with warmth.

It felt really good. This sense of being cared for, of knowing someone was waiting for her to return. She had been alone for so long that even the smallest act of affection from Davis touched her deeply.

Just as the car began to move, her phone vibrated with a message. She opened it and saw Davis’s name pop up on the screen.

"Babe, have a nice day and come home quick. The house feels so empty without you."

Jessica shook her head lightly, her heart fluttered at his words and she let out a soft sigh. She could already imagine his serious face when he typed out the message. A smiled crept up her lips.

She clicked off the screen and placed the phone beside her. Her gaze turned to the driver, who seemed completely focused on the road ahead. He nodded at her through the mirror.

"Ma’am, we’ll take the regular route today unless there are any changes. Security has been notified and a backup team is on standby," he said.

"Alright. Just keep it smooth and don’t stop unnecessarily," Jessica replied calmly.

She leaned back into the seat, suddenly feeling drained. Reaching for her backpack beside her, she unzipped it and searched for an already prepared face mask.

She wouldn’t want to take chances so it better to have mask on. She had always gone on the incognito not attracting unnecessary attention and the same it is for today.

With the mask on, she turned her eyes to the window and watched the passing buildings, sceneries and the early morning bustle. Her mind slowly drifting far away as a tidal wave of anxiety washed over her.

Her thoughts continuously swirling like a storm inside her head. Questions she didn’t have answers to kept popping up.

"Is this relationship with Davis really heading in the right direction? Will he really be able to take back the Allen family business? And if he does... what will happen to us?"

"What happens to his dependency at this point? Will be able to stand alone? Davis was already this clingy and emotionally attached even in his current condition where he is unable to walk, still struggling with the limitations of his body. What would happen when he regained his full strength?" She thought loudly in her heart, her brows furrowed with frustration.

"When he could stand on his own, walk, and take over everything that was once his? Would he change? Would their relationship change?"

A chill ran down her spine just thinking about it. She lets out a shaky breath and looked down at her hands resting on her lap, they fingers trembled slightly. She didn’t like feeling unsure. But lately, it seemed like every day was filled with new emotions—new fears she didn’t know how to deal with.

She could feel herself getting more attached to Davis, her own emotions seems too dependent on his. She could feel his pain as if it were her own.

When he cried, she wanted to cry too. When he smiled, her heart felt lighter. His joys and sorrows were beginning to feel like hers and that alone terrified her. "I don’t want to repeat my mother’s mistake, I can’t fall in love with him." She muttered.

Jessica had always been strong and had kept her distance from emotional attachments for a reason. Her mother had once trusted deeply. She had loved, cared, and given her all. But in the end, she had been betrayed. Humiliated. Disregarded. And she died without anyone truly caring for her.

Jessica had watched it all happen. She had told herself never to make the same mistake. Never to give so much of herself to someone who might one day throw it away.

But here she was, feeling things she promised never to feel again. Her eyes burned slightly as the memories of her mother flooded her mind. She blinked back the tears quickly. Now wasn’t the time to fall apart.

She turned to the window again, breathing slowly to calm her racing thoughts while admonishing herself.

"I need to stay focused, she reminded herself. There’s surgery scheduled today. I have patients waiting. There’s no room for weakness right now." She murmured to herself as a reminder.

But deep down, a part of her longed for someone she could talk to, someone who could help her make sense of everything she was feeling. Unfortunately, she had no one in particular to confide on this type of situation. Because the people around her all depended on her.

And the one person she could talk to—Davis.

And the scariest part? She was beginning to realize that he might be the one person who could break down all the walls she had spent years building.

"No, it can’t happen. This relationship should be controlled to minimize losses.

With her decision made, Jessica shifted her focus back to the file in her hands. She flipped through the pages, going over the reports Richard had sent about the investigation into her mother’s death. Every sentence felt like a needle, reminding her that justice had not yet been served.

The car slowly came to a stop in the hospital parking lot. The driver turned off the engine. Jessica glanced at the clock on her phone and sighed softly. Just then, a notification popped up on her screen.

"Haven’t arrived yet? Are you okay?"

It was from Davis.

She sighed again and ignored the message, but before she could put her phone down, it started ringing. She didn’t need to check the screen. She already knew who it was.

She had made up her mind—she needed to push aside any feelings that were beginning to grow inside her. Falling in love wasn’t part of the plan. Not now. But she also couldn’t bring herself to ignore him completely.

She picked up the call.

"Babe, are you okay?" Davis’s deep, calm voice came through the phone. Jessica could easily imagine the look on his face—the concern in his eyes, his furrowed brow as he waited anxiously for her response.

Her breath caught in her throat, and her heart skipped a beat, thumping wildly like a frightened deer.

"Yeah... I’m okay. I just arrived and was about to go in," she replied, trying her best to keep her voice steady, to sound casual and normal.

But his next words caught her off guard.

"Why does your voice sound like you’re trying hard to make it sound normal when it’s not? What’s wrong, Jessica?" His voice calm as though trying to analyze the situation.

She blinked, stunned. How could he tell?

Even over the phone—even from miles away—he had picked up the change in her voice. Jessica didn’t know if she should be touched by how deeply he noticed her or scared that he could see through her so easily.