Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 342: Absolutely no moral compass...

With her response, Vera moved slowly around the desk, her heels clicking faintly against the marble floor and each step deliberate.

She stopped a few metres beside Davis, Davis, lounging back in his chair, twirled a pen between his fingers, his sharp eyes trailing her every move with a cold, detached smirk dancing on his lips.

"Miss Louis," he said, his voice smooth and cutting, "if you know clearly, then get yourself out of this office and get the report ready." Recalling the incident at the Allen family during the dinner, he had no doubt that Vera would be taking up the sact again.

"Davis, I know I have hurt you so much, but I have also paid a terrible price for my actions," she said.

"Price? For your actions?" Davis chuckled darkly, his tone low and sonorous.

It held no mirth but only laced with bitter amusement. The sound rooted Vera to the spot. She stared at him, stunned, as though she was hearing him laugh for the first time.

Taking a closer look, a thought tixking through her mind "The man seated before her was no longer the Davis she remembered who was earnest, devoted and who once loved her with everything he had.

This Davis was much more sharper and colder. She wondered if he had always been like this or that she never noticed.

Much more heartbreaking was the fact he had gradual becmore more handsthan she could recall.

The glow in his features, the effortless control he now wielded... it was almost divine. And all of it as this moment reminded her of what she had lost.

The realization that she has lost so greatly had sank into her heart like a stone and t his moment she isn't willing anymore.

The day she last saw him at the Allen estate, she blamed herself for everything that had transpired, for the betrayal, for choosing ambition over loyalty.

But now, standing before him while he seated in the sposition, everyone had feared him to have lost just in a space one year plus, the sense of loss struck deeper, more bitter and painful.

Surprisingly, he seems to have moved on, risen higher, and she... she had been left behind in every way that mattered.

Davis slowly pushed his chair back, widening the space between them. His gaze was unreadable, yet pointed as his studied her with no hint curiosity but with mocking grin on his lips.

"Vera, in the ten years I knew you..." he paused, letting the silence and meaning deepen, "I never imagined you could be so spineless. So shameless. With absolutely no moral compass."He smirked.

The words hit her like a slap.

Vera's face paled, her hand trembling as she felt both shand fury bubbling within her.

Looking at the man she had once cherished and once disregarded, a flurry of emotions coursed within her.

How dare he speak to her like that? But deep down, she couldn't argue. Because it was true.

She looked at Davis for a moment, therw is not doing he now looked at her like she was nothing more than an inconvenience.

She couldn't help the bitterness that welled up in her heart; she hated that it still hurt. Hated that he had that power over her.

But more than anything, she hated the Louis family, her adopted hfor everything they had made her do. Davis' voice cut clean through daze, snapping her out her thought.

"Your actions had no connection with the matter at hand," tapping the pen on his palm, he continued carelessly, "your pain or whatsoever held no significance, my dear Vice President...

"And at the moment... you are just an employee of the Allen Group, and at the Allen family, his eyes hardened. "you are just my cousin's wife and I believe you understood exactly what it meant." He concluded coldly, his gaze chilling that she shivered lightly.

Vera swallowed hard, shivering as his words turned the air around her cold.

He had stripped her of every identity she once wore with pride, and what remained was a title she despised: someone's wife. A position born of manipulation and convenience, a position hanging around her neck like a stone.

"Davis, I know the past couldn't be changed, but then you can choose forgive me," she said.

"Vera, forgiveness is asked from someone who is angry or mad at you but I have none of this emotions with you because our path never crossed and you never owe me." He stated.

Vera felt the room colder, it stands to say her touch in his life had been totally wiped out. Doesn't that mean she is being as a stranger?" She queried herself.

Davis picked up the inteon the desk and dialed out without uttering any more word. Vera's gaze flickered briefly to the intercom, a premonition settling in her mind, but she waved it off.

"He wouldn't be so serious to do that," she mused.

"Hello, please bring someone in," Davis said into the line before hanging up and returning to his paperwork as though she didn't exist.

Vera opened her mouth to say something, but a brief knock at the door made her pause, and then the door was pushed open.

Ethan stepped in, and behind him were two of the shadow guards Jessica had assigned to him.

Ethan's expression twisted faintly at the sight of Vera. He only had disdain for her, as a silent fury that threatened to spill over.

He felt a pressing urge to give her a resounding slap across the face; he had been meaning to speak to her, wanting to confront her long ago, but opportunity had not called.

Now, with her standing beside Davis like old times, the sight sickened him, that he sort for an immediate opportunity to deal with her.

"Sir, they're here," Ethan said flatly, gesturing toward the guards, who stepped forward without a word.

Davis didn't even flinch. His gaze remained locked on the papers in front of him. Then, with a flick of his hand, he issued the final order.

"You can escort her back to her office if she cooperates. If she doesn't..." he looked up, eyes like glass, "remove her." To Davis, all that mattered was Vera leaving his office and never returning.

Vera stiffened in place.

Her chest constricted. She couldn't breathe. She knew he hated her. She knew she had lost him. But this... this was a humiliation she hadn't prepared for.

"Had Davis really called his guards on her?" she mused.

"Does he abhorso much?" she wondered.

To every other person, it wasn't a surprise seeing Davis call his guards on them-but for Vera... she dared not imagine his hatred for her.

"Ma'am, please," one of the guards said with a professional but firm tone, motioning toward the door.

Her pride screamed. Her reputation teetered on the edge.

Casting a brief glance at the door and the other at Davis. She drew in a sharp breath, composing herself.

She wouldn't dare let the guards pull her out as Davis instructed; it was much more embarrassing; If flèsè men dragged her out, with so many of the staff in front of the Secretariat staff, the whispers would spread like wildfire. The content is on draggembarrassogur these novelenglish.net! By lunch, she'd be trending on the internal platform and not for her credentials. And with no doubt both old and new accounts brought to the fore.

"I'll go," she said, her voice brittle, "on my own." She turned slowly, each step toward the door burning hotter than the last.

But just before she reached it, Davis' voice struck again and this tsharper and colder than ever.

"Vice President Vera," he called. "Prepare your report and submit it to my assistant by tomorrow morning. If you fail to do so... consider your position vacated."

Vera shivered lightly. Her knees weakened slightly. Slowly, she turned around to speak, but the young mèn е gave her no chance as she was subtly pushed out of the office, and the door closed with a thud behind her. Meanwhile, Ethan remained in Davis' office after Vera was laid out.

He was fuming, with rage coursing through every part of him, yet he waited patiently for Davis to speak, as he made a silent decision to put Vera where she belongs.

But Davis' next words left him thinking aloud. "Investigate Veran Louis and the Alpha project. N Something is definitely amiss," he said, his eyes narrowed with thoughts. Ethan nodded as he sighed in relief. After a brief report of his arrangement, he left the office.