Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 38: Has this happened before?

After ending the call, Davis felt conflicted about his sudden decision, even though Jessica had insisted he accept

the invitation.

It was clear that they never wanted him, they never regarded him as a member of the family. It was as though,

he had been removed from the family tree. Nobody cared if he survived—he wouldn't doubt it if they planned to

drug him to death.

After the betrayal he had decided and ensured to limit his contact with his family. He stared at the phone in his

hand, debating whether to call his grandfather back and change his plans. But as his gaze shifted to the shut

door of the walk-in closet, he hesitated.

"I think she should have the opportunity to meet them, and the family reunion dinner is the only tthey'll all

be present," he mused.

He had once believed his family could stand together in unity, facing challenges side by side. But his accident

had stripped away that illusion, revealing the harsh reality. It seemed he had been the only one blind all along.

He closed his momentarily to shut off the thoughts that were struggling to spring forth but —the moment Davis

closed his eyes, the memories surged back like a violent tide, dragging him into the depths of despair.

The sterile scent of the hospital. The blank canvas that greeted his sight the moment he woke up. The dull ache

that spread through his body as he stirred from unconsciousness, the eerily silence that welcomed him back to

life proved it all—there is no warmth, no love or care, no familial tie.

Then the bitter truth, the news that he wouldn't want to revisit. The disappointment from his bride to be, the loss

of his leg as the doctor's voice echoed, the betrayal meted out to him by the people close and dear. The news

echoing in his subconscious they have taken away everything....

The pain was enormous and suffocating. His felt his chest tightened, his fingers clenched into fists. He found

himself plummeting into an endless abyss, the cold seeping into his bones—His lonely, all lonely in this situation.

...to crown it all his life major decision that has to be his sole responsibility to decide was dictated, a bride he

never knew.

Jessica... Jessica, the only nhe couldn't hold a grudge against. He struggled to be free, to feel alive, to feel

the need to be wanted...but then betrayal, loss and helplessness.

Davis sucked in a sharp breath, forcing himself back to the present. But even as he sat there, gripping the

armrest of his wheelchair, the past still clung to him like a ghost, refusing to let go.

Jessica stepped out of the walk-in closet, dressed in a simple off-white shirt tucked into a pair of comfortable blue

jeans. She completed the look with a pair black sneakers, a casual yet an elegant style that effortlessly

complemented her figure.

Her hair was neatly tied into a ponytail, giving her a fresh and youthful look. A light makeup so subtle that it was

almost unnoticeable, yet was enough to enhance her natural beauty.

She adjusted the hem of her shirt "I'm ready", she said and turned to Davis and her breathe hitched at the sight

before her. Panic surged through her as she quickly analyzed the situation before her.

His eyes has lost focus, his knuckles turning white from forcefully gripping the armrest of his wheelchair tightly,

his chest rising and falling in an uneven gasps. A deep frown creased his forehead as he clutched it with his right

hand due to the pounding headache, his entire body tense.

She reached a conclusion "He’s having an episode." She muttered as she rushed toward him. "Davis?" she

called, her voice laced with concern.

"Davis! Davis!!" He called while she pushed him lightly. "Davis, look at me," she urged softly, her voice steady

despite the worry gnawing at her.

"You are not alone, It’s all in the past so you have to wake up, okay". She kept on talking to him gently with a

firm tone. Her hand over his as she continued to massage the tensed nerves. "Take a deep breathe, Breathe in,

Breathe out". She guided continuously in a soft tone and Seconds stretched into what felt like eternity.

Hearing the voice around him, Davis felt his consciousness returning , slowly he followed her instructions.

Gradually his breathe evened out, his grip loosened, his shoulders sagging as he tried to match her breathing

and after while his tensed body relaxed and his unfocuzed clouded gaze flickered back to clarity.

Jessica held onto him, making sure he is stabilized before she let go..as she sighed in relief. "Better?" she asked,

her eyes searching his.

Davis swallowed hard and gave a slow nod. "Yeah... better," he muttered, his voice hoarse. Jessica promptly

handed him a glass of water. He drank a little, purposely to moisten his throat.

"Has this happened before?" She asked trying to assess his situation to plan ahead for his treatment. Davis

nodded lightly, he couldn't remember how many times he had experienced this ordeal and each tis as

painful as the other. He didn’t want to discuss this further.

Davis looked at her briefly "You look beautiful", he chimed. Jessica looked over at her simple outfit. "Thank you,

are we going for brunch now or lunch", she asked. She had already spent extra hour during his episode.

Davis smiled lightly "Well, anyone will do".

"Okay, let's make do with whatever we have. | have an appointment to keep." She said nonchalantly.

Davis looked at her contemplatively, he has made a decision last night but seeing her talking about her

appointment he felt hesitant to tell her or ask her opinion but his inkling believes that she will support his

decision. "Alright".

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Davis adjusted his position in the wheelchair, he picked up his cutlery "What appointment do you have?" he

asked casually, but there was a hint of curiosity in his tone.

Jessica took a seat beside him, picking up her utensils. "Just a friend to visit and smatters to attend to," she

replied vaguely, taking a sip of her juice.

His gaze lingered on her for a moment before he nodded. "I see."

"Would you mind givinga detailed explanation about your episodes?", she asked in a light tone.

Davis stared into the space for a while "I will but not now because you have an appointment to catch up with".

He replied with the faith of talking about this in a later day.

They enjoyed their meal in a tactic understanding of silence.