After a few hours at Jessica's mansion, they both left the house. Jessica felt frustrated about the situation.

She had actually doubted the fact she was married, but after this visit and with several photos and videos of her and Davis together, her doubt had been cleared.

And now it was replaced with worry, and her thoughts couldn't help but race with trepidation and fear.

"How would I lose such a memory?"

"What exactly happened?"

"Though I might be able to build new ones, the old is certainly needed."

"I really have to jog up this memory in one way or another?"

Beside her, Davis caught her troubled expression and shook his head, resigning himself to her silence, letting her be with her thoughts.

The visit had at least given him a stepping stone, a chance to reintroduce himself, to explain fragments of their life together. It was progress, though far from enough.

As they approached his estate, Davis slowed at the gate and glanced at her. His voice was gentle, deliberate. "Babe, we are home."

Jessica froze, her eyes fixed on the gate. She understood what he meant as the weight of his words sank deep.

Several emotions swirled in her heart…confusion, fear, a flicker of longing. For the first time since leaving the hospital, she felt cornered by a decision only she could make.

She looked at Davis. It was clear what he meant. She remembered the pain that flashed on his face days ago when she refused to return here.

Now, by asking again, Davis was giving her the chance to refuse once more.

But instinctively she found herself feeling reluctant to refuse, she hoped he could always accompany her, but staring at the gate she had her fears, yet she couldn't voice them out.

She inhaled deeply, forcing her courage as she met his gaze "How long have we been married?" she asked.

"For two years," he answered, though uncertainty tugged at his tone; he didn't know why she asked and no matter the reason, it's definitely not important.

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Jessica nodded, then turned to him, her voice quiet but firm. "Davis, I don't remember you… or whatever it is we had. But I need you to understand me."

His chest tightened, his heart slamming against his ribs. His hand gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles whitened. His eyes reddened while his houghts raced.

At the moment, he felt lost, tired, and worn out. He had hoped that their visit would be enough that she would finally accept their life together, that she would stay.

That she would give them an opportunity to start anew.

That she would no longer insist on living outside his home.

Who would have thought… yet he didn't want to force her. He wouldn't.

He didn't want to hurt her. She had paid a lot, and above all, he didn't want to lose her, not to anyone or for anything.

While his thoughts dangled from one point to another, Jessica shook her head. She was certain he had misunderstood her.

She exhaled deeply and unbuckled her seat belt, turning to him. His blurry eyes made her heart ache. Gently, she touched his cheek. "Aren't we going in?" she asked softly.

Davis stared at her, his eyes narrowed with shock, relief, and confusion swirling in them. His lips parted but he couldn't form any word.

Jessica chuckled faintly. "You misunderstood me. I'm only asking you… to cope with me."

His voice cracked when he finally spoke. "So… you're not leaving anymore?"

She nodded. "If I was able to stay married to you for two years, give it another two years… let me see if I really did. Just that…"

Relief broke over him like sunlight after rain. "Don't worry about the memories," he whispered, pulling her close. "We can build new ones together."

Jessica let him hold her for a heartbeat, then pulled away but not without sparing him a glance.

Davis blinked rapidly, swiping at his damp eyes with the back of his palm. He lacked words to express how he felt at the moment.

Davis turned on the ignition. With the gate already open, waiting for them, he drove into the compound in one swift motion.

Outside the main door, a small group of waited eagerly. Jessica glanced at Davis. "You told them..?"

Davis shrugged. "The doctor had already declared you fit for discharge. There's no need keeping it hidden."

Jessica rubbed her temples. In her memory, she never had a family waiting for her to return or expecting her presence.

To put more clearly, aside her grandmother, others had always been her subordinate.

Seeing this group, her eyes stung. "Have they always been this way for the past two years?"

Davis nodded. "Yes, they had, most especially Deborah, who had to nag… packing up snacks, food, and even drinks for you whenever you are going out."

Jessica's eyes narrowed as she caught sight of a familiar figure amongst the group, but as she wanted to ask, Davis turned off the ignition.

"Let's go down; there are some you have not met because they aren't in town," he said as he unclasped her seat belt.

Davis alighted from the car, came over, and opened the door for her. Jessica sat back briefly to steady her nerves.

She didn't know why, but she had mixed feelings about this meeting. "Are you sure about this?"

Davis nodded as he helped her step down. Holding her hand in his, he led her to the group.

Deborah stepped forward and pulled her into her embrace, her eyes glistening with tears threatening to fall. "Thank God you made it through," she whispered amidst tears.

One by one, Davis introduced everyone. With the notes Richard had prepared earlier, Jessica managed to keep up, surprising herself with how naturally she connected.

The group were both relieved and happy as they ushered them inside.

Inside the living room, Jessica felt the familiarity, and the feeling that she had once been there poked at her heart.

"Come meet the twins," Davis said.

"Twins?" she asked, confused.

"Mm," he murmured. "When you met them the first time you hadn't woken up, but now that you are awake, you have to see them."

Jessica glanced back and found Deborah standing behind her with a warm, disarming smile.

"Alright, you lead the way." She said though her heart raced with both expectations and fear.

Deborah hurriedly took the stairs leading them towards the nursery. She stopped at a closed door and stepped aside.

"You can go in," she said with a smile.

Davis nodded while Jessica stood transfixed staring at the closed door.

Davis slowly took her hand. "You expended so much energy to keep them safe during the accident…by the time they were brought out, you were already in a coma."

Jessica's throat tightened. Davis pushed the door open, gently he held her hand and led her into the room.

Jessica felt her breath catch in her throat as she took in the sight of the twins nursery. There's no doubt Davis had taken out his time to plan for the kids even when she wasn't there.

The nursery was bright and airy, painted in a soft neutral tone of cream with gentle touches of sky blue and pink to balance both little ones.

Two matching cribs stood side by side, each dressed in cozy bedding; one with star patterns, the other with tiny flowers.

At the edge of the wall, a wide dresser doubled as a changing table, neatly stocked with baby essentials, while a soft rug spread across the floor for safe playtime.

Above the cribs, playful wall decals of clouds, moons, and animals added a cheerful charm.

By the window sat a rocking chair, perfect for late-night cuddles, with a small bookshelf nearby holding colorful storybooks and soft toys.

Two middle-aged women held the children in their bosoms. Seeing them, they stood up. Their gazes drifted from Davis to the woman beside him.

Jessica's took a deep breath to steady her fraying nerves, legs trembled as she moved towards the babies. Her eyes stung.

For so long, she had felt the ache of something missing, a haunting emptiness she couldn't name.

Several times she had wanted to ask Richard if there's something she lost while asleep or during the accident but with no clear idea of what it is, she had kept quiet.

But the sight of the little babies wrapped in a soft pink and blue blanket calmed her heart.

It felt as though a heavy boulder had been lifted off her shoulder, and relief washed over her spirit.

She felt herself live again.

Her eyes blurred with tears. She turned to Davis, a trembling smile breaking across her face. "Are you saying… they're my children?" she asked, her voice cracking with pain.

Davis placed a hand on her back helping her forward "Yes. But can you not cry?"

She hurriedly wiped her tears with the back of her palm "I'm not crying. I am just happy."

Jessica settled on the chair as she took the children into her arms, staring at their faces.