Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption

In another room...

Jessica slid on a pair of clean gloves. In front of her, she had three glass cups, some cotton swabs, and three small clear transparent pouches. Inside each pouch were strands of hair—some long, some short, and some grey.

She worked slowly and carefully, just like a professional. She picked up the first glass cup, swabbed it gently to collect anything left behind, and sealed the sample. Then she did the same for the second and third cups. Once done, she turned her attention to the hair strands. Each type was easy to tell apart—Bella’s hair was long and brown, Davis’s was short and dark, and Elliot’s hair was grey and thick.

Jessica had always felt the girl in the picture had an uncanny resemblance to her best friend Bella whom she had met by coincidence and had since shared everything with.

Not having a recollection of her past memory, Jessica had let her bury the past and start a new life. It was funny that on the day of her name she had asked her name to choose a name for herself and she subconsciously said Bella but that was all

And for the past decade, she has been with her but meeting Davis who had mentioned his sister’s name as Bella and with their similarities Jessica had been suspicious.

But then, her worry and suspicion increased with Elliot’s visit. Looking at Davis and Elliot, It was as though they were cut out of the same mold.

Earlier that evening, while they were all having dinner together, Jessica’s sharp eyes caught something strange. It wasn’t something loud or obvious—it was subtle, but she couldn’t ignore it with the rising suspicion.

Even though Bella, Davis, and Elliot were different in age and background, they all seemed to enjoy the same dish. Not just that—they reacted the same way to most things on the menu. It felt unusual.