Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 187: First Step...

The day started without anything unusual. The weather was bright and calm, and the tabloids were filled with

news from around the world.

Jessica couldn't wake up early. She had spent most of the night working on her designs, so much that Davis got

worried and had to force her to leave her desk.

Davis woke up earlier, taking a moment to watch the sleeping woman beside him. Afterward, he left the bed,

prepared breakfast, and headed to the bathroom for a quick shower.

Although they lived in a large compound with many maids and staff, they had arranged their life in such a way

that it felt like they lived alone — just the two of them.

Making breakfast had becDavis's personal duty. He had added it to his schedule because it gave him pride

and joy. Meanwhile, the staff handled the other main meals.

With his movements much better now and less pain, he didn’t feel bothered anymore. With practiced ease,

breakfast was ready in no time.

The delicious smell of freshly baked sausage rolls, oatmeal, tea, scrambled eggs, and mashed potatoes filled the

air. The fragrance stirred Jessica awake.

"This is truly the best way to wake someone up," she muttered as she slowly opened her eyes.

Davis, sitting by the window, noticed her stirring and rolled his wheelchair over to her. It was a scene that made

it seem like he was looking after a sleepy child.

"Are you sure?" he asked, his lips curling into a smile.

Jessica nodded sleepily. Davis glanced at her messy hair and puffy face — clear signs she had stayed up late —

and sighed softly.

"What do I get, then?" he asked, grinning mischievously.

Jessica furrowed her brows, pretending to think hard. "I'll answer after I hit the bathroom," she smirked, throwing

off the covers and walking into the bathroom.

Davis's gaze lingered for a moment before he pulled his eyes away, falling into deep thought.

Today had started off well. It wasn’t wrong to call it a brand-new day — a day he had long waited for, though he

once thought it would never come. His heart raced, filled with a mix of excitement, nervousness, and hope. He

was ready for whatever this day would bring.

Jessica cout of the bathroom shortly after, dressed in casual clothes. She had decided to work from home

today. With only four months left until the fashion show, there was much to do.

As she did every year, she had already instructed Richard to keep her movements private. During this tof

year, she preferred focusing entirely on her fashion company.

Seeing her, Davis asked lightly, "Not going out?"

Jessica shrugged and nodded. "Working from home, hitting the gym, restoring health, and meditating — isn't

that a perfect day?" she said with a smirk.

Davis smiled. It sounded like a full schedule with no breaks.

Jessica turned to face him, her expression serious. "Finally ready to do it?" she asked, her gaze steady.

Davis took a deep breath, meeting her eyes. He wasn’t fully confident, but her steady gaze warmed his heart. It

felt like a silent encouragement, telling him not to be afraid — she had his back.

Slowly, he nodded.

"There won't be any helpers around. Don’t be ashamed if you fall, and don’t be afraid of getting hurt," she said,

sounding like a general preparing him for battle.

Davis laughed out loud at the image her words created.

"Baby, why are you making it sound like a war? It’s justtrying to take my first steps. You seem more nervous

than | am," he teased, amusement glinting in his eyes.

Jessica was caught off guard by his humor but admitted he was right. "Shouldn't | be worried? What if you hurt

yourself badly?" she replied, trying to hide her own tension.

"If I hurt myself badly, it's no big deal. Aren't you here to heal me?" he joked.

"Davis Allen! If you hurt yourself, you'll be the one in pain, not me!" she puffed up angrily.

"Alright, alright," Davis said, smiling. "Don’t be angry, okay? Wrinkles don’t look good on your pretty face. Just a

kiss will be enough to keepfrom falling. Can | get one?"

"You wish! A kiss will only cif you succeed. Otherwise, don’t even think about it," she shot back. She

couldn't believe how shameless he had become. Sometimes she wondered if she had imagined him ever being

cold and distant.

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cquld shy &hything else, he rolled his

wheelchair back and began preparing

for the big moment — his first step

after over a year since the accident.

Carefully, he positioned himself, making sure he was away from anything breakable. He planted his right foot

down, checking that it was steady, then placed his left foot beside it.

Jessica held her breath, silently cheering him on. No one else had witnessed his therapy sessions except his

personal assistant, who had always been by his side.

With a deep breath, Davis pushed himself up from the wheelchair. Though his legs trembled a little at first, he

stayed firm, counting seconds and minutes in his heart.

Then, he moved — one slow, careful step at a time.

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Jessica's heart soared with

admiration and relief. She pleichat

her fists tightly to aYoidsefeaming

okt Bud felt like a dream come

true. She had imagined, prayed, and

hoped for this moment for so long.

Watching it happen right before her eyes filled her heart with nothing but gratitude for his perseverance and

strength.

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Her eyes stung with tears. Even though she had believed this day would come, experiencing it was far sweeter

than she had imagined.

Davis felt the wetness against his shirt and sighed softly. "Baby, don’t cry. It hurtsto see you cry, okay?"

Jessica nodded hard. She really didn’t want to cry — but she was just so happy. She remembered all of Risa’s

mocking words about her marrying a ‘cripple.’

Now, all those jeers had been rewritten. And she knew this was only the beginning of many more victories to

come.