Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 197: Desmond Dilemma

~Allen Mansion~

The walls of the Allen Mansion stood still, but inside, a storm brewed.

Desmond had just returned from an arranged meeting with the mysterious caller. The scaller who had

vanished for months without a trace had suddenly reached out again.

Desmond didn’t expect it. In truth, he had hoped the man would stay gone. But here he was—back, and with him

ca new, unsettling aura. Something had changed about him. Desmond couldn't place what it was, but he

could feel it in his bones.

Their conversation had lasted long, yet it had brought little satisfaction. Desmond had asked many questions,

eager to know where the man had been hiding all this time.

But every question was met with silence. It was like talking to a shadow—one that spoke only what it chose and

slipped away before being fully seen.

Now, back in his room, Desmond paced restlessly, his hands behind his back, brows furrowed in deep thought.

He muttered aloud to himself, unable to shake the sense of urgency pressing down on his chest.

"Something has to be done. And it must be done really fast," he whispered.

He stopped by the window, staring at the empty garden below.

"I have no real share anymore. Not just any share, but one that gives power." His tone grew bitter. "If this gets

out, | will be finished. Stripped of influence. No one will want to exchange their shares with someone like me."

His fists clenched at his sides. "Who would have thought? In the bid to keep my place in this family, | ended up

losing everything. Even Aaron, my own son, now has more shares than | do." He scoffed and shook his head, a

mocking laugh escaping his lips.

"But that man—he made sense. If | want to take back what belongs to me, | must act now. | need to reclaim my

place. My wealth. My worth. It was all mine to begin with."

He turned and began pacing again, steps faster this time.

"Meeting him might have been risky... but the enemy of my enemy could be my friend. He could be useful." His

voice dropped to a cold whisper. "Unlike that heir who thinks he’s better than everyone else—makinga

ceremonial vice president while he enjoys the real power."

He stopped before the mirror, studying his reflection.

"What heir?" he sneered. "After Davis died, | should have been the one to take over. It was my rightful place. But

they took it from me. They handed it to a little boy—my nephew. It's laughable... ridiculous!"

His jaw tightened, and a shadow crossed his eyes.

With a sigh, he rubbed his temples, feeling a headache forming. That meeting hadn't solved anything, but it had

lit a fire in him. Desmond now knew—he had no tto waste. He had to act before word spread that he was

powerless. Once that news spread, even his allies would abandon him.

He pulled out his phone and dialed Alfred’s number.

After a few rings, the call connected.

"Sir," Alfred answered.

Desmond's lips thinned. "What's the old man’s condition?"

"He's out of danger, sir. The doctors say he’s recovering steadily."

The news made Desmond's heart sink. His grip on the phone tightened.

"Out of danger?" he repeated, voice low. "That's not what | wanted to hear."

He ended the call and tossed the phone onto the bed.

If Elder Allen recovered fully, Desmond knew his chances would vanish. The old man would never allow him to

take over—not while Davis's memory still lingered and while Davis's allies still stood strong.

"But why?" Desmond murmured to himself. "Why is he protecting the Allen Group like this? Is it truly love? Or

fear?" He frowned. "Why make things difficult for me?"

The words from his secret meeting echoed in his mind:

"Elder Allen will never hand you power. He knows what you're capable of. He's afraid you'll dominate the entire

empire and erase the ones he loves."

"Love? Hate?" Desmond thought bitterly. "If he truly hated me, he wouldn't letstay under this roof."

His eyes shifted toward the wooden desk. Slowly, he walked over and opened the drawer, pulling out a brown

envelope. It was the sone he had secretly taken from the study.

"Maybe the answers are in here," he murmured.

He was about to open it when a knock sounded at the door.

He paused, straightened his back, and said coolly, "Cin."

The door opened, and Aaron stepped inside, his expression troubled. He held a folder tightly in his hand.

"Dad... can | speak with you briefly?" Aaron asked, his voice low.

Desmond hesitated. He had hoped to be alone. But something in Aaron’s eyes—desperation, pain—made him

nod.

"What is it?" he asked, watching him closely.

Aaron walked forward and handed over the folder. Desmond opened it, expecting something ordinary. But the

first photo made his breath catch. Then the second. The third.

Each photo showed Vera—Aaron’s wife—in compromising positions with another man. A man who, according to

the documents, was assigned to guard her.

Desmond didn’t flinch. Vera had already asked for a divorce. But what cnext in the folder did make him

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Desmond looked at the card, then at Aaron, who had turned pale.

"You didn’t check the envelope before coming here?" Desmond asked sharply.

Aaron shook his head, eyes unfocused. His world was crashing down—his marriage in ruins, his trust betrayed.

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Aaron slowly looked up, the pain in his eyes replaced by sharpness.

"Your inheritance?" he repeated, a rare smile touching his lips. "I think that’s only in your dreams."

Desmond stiffened. "Why? Davis is gone. So is the wife. Elder Allen has no choice."

Aaron chuckled darkly. "We'll see about that," he said before turning and walking out of the room.

Desmond stood alone, silence wrapping around him.

But in his heart, the war had already begun.