Trapped with My Billionaire Ex-Husband by Mariya Mercedes

PROLOGUE

BLAIRE

I was sipping my hot Americano as I stared at the pictures in my hand. Catherine, my stepsister, was sitting across the table. I had an urge to rip off that wicked smile from her face, but I stopped myself. I wouldn’t let my hand be dirty with her filthy blood. The bitter taste of my coffee was nothing compared to the bitterness I am feeling right now towards my husband and my stepsister.

No matter how hard I tried to come up with an explanation for these scandalous pictures in my hand, I couldn’t find any. My eyes landed on the pictures once again, and my heart breaks every minute. It was a picture of her wrapped around my husband’s arm while they were on top of our bed. The same bed that we shared for the last three years.

“I also brought the divorce papers so you could sign them immediately,” Catherine said before pushing the divorce papers towards me.

My eyes shifted to the paper on top of the table. I was deliberating what decision I should make. Should I sign it right away and free myself from this nightmare? Or should I stay in this marriage and let the three of us suffer?

I understand that it was I who came into the picture. They were once lovers and promised to each other. But when my stepsister chose to run away from their engagement, my family decided to put me in as her replacement. This marriage was nothing but a political alliance to strengthen the ties between the two companies. It doesn’t matter which daughter they are going to send away for marriage.

“Oh, one more thing. I think this will make you decide better,” she said before bringing another piece of paper from her bag.

My world shattered when my eyes landed on the ultrasound result that she handed me.

“Yes, I’m pregnant, sister. And Sebastian is the father,” she said, answering my unspoken question. “So, quit being a bitch and let us have our happy ending. You wouldn’t want your niece or nephew to grow up as bastards, would you? Now, sign the divorce paper and get out of our lives.”

he still chooses to cheat on me. After

it was the tiniest flicker of hope that compelled those words, a desperate wish that everything I had painstakingly built over the past three years had etched a place

card. Room 209. Come see

chair against the floor as she stood up from the table. My eyes remained fixed on the

an’s heart.

to see the truth with your own eyes. Here’s my key card. Room 209. Come and discover reality for yourself,” dropping the key card

against the floor as she rose echoed in my ears, but my gaze remained locked on the objects resting on the table. I struggled

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refusing to dislodge. Standing before Room 209, the door that held the enigmatic secrets of my crumbling world, I hesitated. The number 209 had become

rap them softly against the door. The sound echoed in the corridor, the

sound that sent a jolt of panic coursing through me. Without a second thought, I fled, darting into one of the shadowy nooks that lined the corridor. My heart raced as I dared to peek out from behind the wall, my breath

from the elevator clutching a bouquet of flowers. The sight of him holding those