Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 363: The Envelope...

Chapter 363: The Envelope...

Elder Allen and Bella exchanged a quiet glance as they watched Davis disappear through the compound gate. Jessica was nowhere in sight, as though she had vanished into the night air.

"What happened?" Bella wondered aloud in a soft murmur, careful not to voice it loud enough to startle the old man beside her.

Instead, she made a mental note to speak with Deborah. If anyone had a clue about what was unfolding, it would be her.

Gently taking the old man's hand, she smiled. "Let's go inside," she coaxed with a soft smirk.

She helped him steadily toward the entrance of the house, her resolve firm, she would get answers from Deborah soon enough.

At the door, Deborah and Henry welcomed them with warm sincerity. Henry took the lead, introducing himself and helping Elder Allen feel at ease before escorting him to his assigned room.

~Upstairs~ Jessica stood at the window, arms folded across her chest as she watched the taillights of Davis' car disappear into the darkness.

Only when they faded completely did she step away and begin pacing the room restlessly.

Running off into the night with no direction? Does he even realize how exposed he is? What if he runs straight into an enemy trap? She glanced at the wall clock and exhaled slowly. "I guess... maybe you just needed space to cool off." Tossing her phone onto the bed, she began undressing, shedding the weight of the day before stepping into the bathroom for a refreshing shower after a long day.

The hot water cascading over her skin offered temporary relief, but not enough to settle her thoughts.

By the tshe cout, wrapped in a robe, a tray of steaming food had already been brought in by Deborah.

By the tshe cout, wrapped in a robe, a tray of steaming food had already been brought in by Deborah. Jessica sighed, picked up her phone again, and dialed a number. "Where are you?" she asked quietly.

"Still en route," cthe calm voice of the subordinate.

She paused, her tone level. "Alright. Letknow when you get there." Ending the call, she shook her head and sat down on the bed, her brow furrowed in thought.

Where exactly is he going? With no answers, she pulled the tray closer and forced herself to eat.

After eating, she went over to the balcony. The night sky stretched above her, the stars scattered like fragments of a shattered mirror, the moon casting its silver glow.

She leaned on the railing, trying to piece together what had gone wrong.

Was I too harsh? Was I wrong to push him? No... I was only encouraging him to go to the summit. A summit that only happens once in five years.

He can't just miss it because of a pregnancy that's still eight weeks away, right? But if he skips it, it'll definitely hurt his career. His growth.

She sighed deeply. "Davis, I'm doing this for you... I just hope one day you'll understand that." "Maybe a little taway, a few minutes of cooling off will help you think it through," she muttered before returning to the room.

She walked to the safe at the bedside. The key in her hand glinted under the room light as she inserted it, turned it a few times, and with a quiet click, the lock opened.

She pulled out the envelope she had taken from her grandmother from Bassai village, her heart thumping wildly as she turned it over in her hand.

With the knowledge that the information in this envelope is connected to the opening of the vault and the future of the Allen family, she knew she couldn't avoid this truth for long. She encouraged herself as she took a few steps back.

Settling back on the bed, she turned it over one more tin her hand as if she were hoping to carve the intricacies of the design into memory. Her hand trembled lightly.

With a steadying breath, she picked up a small fruit knife from the tray and gently sliced open the seal.

Slowly, she began pulling out the contents of the envelope, but surprisingly, the first thing she cacross wasn't a document or photo, it was an introductory letter. Handwritten in neat, elegant script. Her breath caught in her throat.

It was from her mother.

Looking at that familiar handwriting she had missed, Jessica felt her eyes sting as she read through the letter. "My little daughter," For you to read this, you must have grown up, tall, beautiful, and strong enough to make decisions for yourself. I'm sorry I couldn't be there to watch you grow, or see the woman you've become.

But no tears now, our princess is no crybaby, right? Happy married life my baby. I know my jewel found a good man, someone who will love and care for her. That thought alone givespeace.

But if he ever hurts you, don't hesitate to walk away. You've endured enough pain over the years.

It hurtsthat I'll never meet him, but I have no regrets as long as he truly loves you.

The documents you will find in this envelope are all your original documents and a small wedding gift from me. Monica Allen always wanted you as her daughter-in-law. Maybe it won't happen the way she dreamed but if you no longer cross paths with her son, so be it.

But if fate had been fair to grant her wishes, then send my warmest regards.

But for my sake, take a trip to the Allen family and check on Grandpa Allen. Take good care of him. He is a good man and also my boss.

When it is tto return to your roots, do not hesitate. I am sure your father will always and always be happy to welcyou back.

I wish I could say more. But I hope what's enclosed here answers the questions in your heart. Live a good and beautiful life.

~Mom~ Jessica couldn't hold back the sob that tore from her chest. Tears streamed freely down her cheeks, her breath cin gasps as she clutched the letter tightly to her chest.

She didn't expect that after years, she would hear her mother's words again.

"She had really planned it all." "Mom, you don't have to worry. I am already living a good life.

Maybe, you didn't foresee that, but then I met him~I met Davis Allen.

Grandpa Allen is a good man," Jessica sobbed.

Now it made sense why he had always called her Nora.

Why he had handed out the Allen Group shares to her without a second thought.

Why he had always trusted her. It was all because of her mother.

Wiping her tears, Jessica reached back into the envelope, determined to see what else her mother had left for her.

The first paper she pulled happened to be her birth registration.

Reading through, her eyes widened like sauce at the nglaring at her.

~Jessica Anderson.~ "A double identity? Had she really gone this far just to protect me? Did she know George would be so cruel? She laid it aside and continued, pulling out more documents: A black-and-white photograph of her mother with a man she didn't recognize.

A diary filled with Nora's personal thoughts and experiences.

Share certificates from various companies registered in Jessica's name.

A purchase deed and agreement.

A partnership deed with Allen Group, tied to their experimentation unit.

A group photo of a research team.

And finally... a key.

Seeing the key, Jessica hurriedly picked it up and observed closely. It was intricately carved and unique.

She couldn't help wondering, "Did she really go the extra mile mile ofcustomizing a key just to preserve a blueprint?" Jessica sighed as she carefully gathered the documents back into the envelope.

Glancing at the clock on the wall, it was close to midnight yet Davis was not back.

She picked up the phone beside her on the bed and called the guards.

The call was picked up on the first ring, his voice coming in a gasp. I'm sorry. We lost him," his voice was remorseful. Jessica tapped her temples in thought. "Don't worry. Maintain your position. I will be coming over," she stated.

Though he had always been gentle and caring, she was sure he had intentionally thrown them off his trail.

She returned the envelope back to the safe, walked into the closet, and changed into simple and comfortable NO baggy jeans, a pair of canvas, and a polo large enough to cover her baby bump. With a few bodyguards, she left the house while she kept in touch with bodyguards at The Emperor night club.