Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption novel Chapter 416

Chapter 416: She is your grandmother...

Josh felt his effort crumbling, and he could blame nobody but his family who had dealt him such a hand.

His fists clenched and unclenched, his chest heaving with unspent rage. His heart raced with thoughts that stabbed at him like blades.

So many ’ifs’ swirling in his thought;

If only I could turn back the hands of time,

If only I hadn’t kept quiet

If only I hadn’t gone ahead to continue living in the Anderson family

If only I had left the family, been the man I should have been...

If I haven’t obeyed hoping I was doing the right thing.

No matter how he thought about it, Josh knew for certain he wouldn’t be able to turn back the hand of time.

Because, there was never any medicine for regrets and more so now.

Davis stared at him for a moment, reading the storm on his face, and quietly excused himself. He pushed open the ICU door and stepped into the ward.

His footsteps echoed softly, steady and measured, until he reached the bedside. He sank into the chair with a heaviness that weighed on his soul.

Carefully, almost reverently, he took her hand in his. His thumb traced every inch of her palm, memorizing again what he already knew by heart.

He had done this countless times before so that; every line, every curve, every distinct feature was etched into his memory.

His voice broke the eerie and suffocating silence.

"Babe, it’s been more than two weeks." His tone cracked, tender yet burdened with despair.

"So many things have happened... and you weren’t awake to see them."

He let out a hollow laugh. "If you were awake, maybe you’d have frowned at the constant intrusion into your space. You always hated when anyone disturbed your rest."

His grip tightened slightly. "But it’s your father and grandmother. They can’t agree on anything. At this rate, the Santiagos and Andersons might revive their old feud."

He sighed deeply, his tone pained with emotion. "Can you please wake up? I’m losing it, Babe. I don’t know what to do anymore. With so many unresolved matters surrounding your identity, I don’t even know where to start."

His eyes watered as his voice fell to a whisper. "And the babies... they’ll be discharged in a few days. Tell me, should they be regarded as motherless? Or should I..." his voice cracked, "...should I send them to an orphanage? Because you know I can’t do this alone. Deborah and I... we can’t."

He drew a trembling breath. "You have to wake up. This... this wasn’t part of the plan."

"..."

He exhaled, defeated, his head bowed. "Why should I even expect a response?" he muttered bitterly.

He lowered his forehead to the bedside, her hand still clasped in his. His eyes stung with unshed tears.

Then, a twitch. Jessica’s eyes fluttered faintly, her index finger moving—so subtle it could have been imagined.

Davis stiffened. He felt the faint shift in her hand against his palm, his heart leaping.

His head shot up, eyes searching her face. But she remained still, her features serene, her breathing unchanged.

"My illusion," he whispered, rubbing his brow with his free hand.

Yet the sensation lingered...the tingling warmth in his palm. It felt real. Too real.

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Meanwhile, outside the hospital lobby, Donald guided Lady Matilda toward their car. Just then, another car pulled up.

Her gaze trailed over to the car, as a young man stepped out of the car, her eyes narrowed in recognition.

Julian Anderson.

She looked back towards the hospital elevator hoping to see if Josh was coming out but no.

"Josh... Julian Anderson?" she muttered under her breath. "How are they related?"

Her steps slowed, then halted altogether. She turned to Donald. "I have to verify this identity. Now is the only chance."

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