Trapped with My Billionaire Ex-Husband by Mariya Mercedes

Chapter 62

BLAIRE

We were completely silent as we started eating dinner. I was in awe upon seeing this arrangement from afar. But I was more amazed upon seeing it upfront. Petals of flowers were sc atte red on the sand, while the table was surrounded by small candles placed on the ground as well. The whole set-up was definitely romantic.

But I still can’t stop thinking, Why is he making all these efforts when what’s going on between us is clearly transactional? If not for what happened in the past, I’ll assume that he wanted to win me back.

Is he?

No matter how much I wanted to get all the answers I needed, I’m afraid to hear the truth. These past few days have been tough, for they brought out all the unwanted feelings that I’ve been hiding inside me. Despite my attempt to deny what I truly feel, all my attempts will come crushing down on me the moment I lay my eyes on him. He’s my weakness, my Achilles heel.

Even though I haven’t eaten anything since this morning, sitting across from Sebastian makes my food hard to swallow.

“You don’t like the food?” he asked. He probably noticed that I was barely touching my food.

“N-No. It’s not like that. The food is delicious,” I answered.

“So, what? Can’t stop thinking about your boyfriend after you talked to him?” He said it with an evident coldness in his voice.

I’m getting weary of his constant accusations. I hoped to convey that I’m no longer available, but broaching that subject always sours his mood, inevitably spiraling into

anger.

I took a loud breath before deciding to clear it up with him. “I don’t have a boyfriend,” I casually admitted.

Without lifting my head, I noticed from my peripheral view that he was stunned hearing what I said. He’s probably not expecting that answer.

“The, who is—”

upon

“Cut it, Sebastian,” I declared, cutting him off. I felt a firmness in my tone as I lifted my head, locking eyes with him. The air cra ckled with charged intensity, a silent challenge between us as my gaze held unwavering. “You don’t have the liberty to ask questions

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about my personal life. The same goes with me. I’m not going to ask questions about you.”

He shrugged his shoulders. “You can ask me all you want,” he responded.

I squinted my eyes, weighing whether he was telling the truth or not. Will he really be able to answer my questions if I dare to ask?

“So, how are you and Catherine?” I asked bravely. I realized that no matter what his answer is, it doesn’t change the facts about what happened in the past. And it will definitely not change the course of our future.

“Eat. Your food is getting cold,” he said, evading the topic.

I scoff. As expected, Sebastian and his obsession with secrecy. I just shook my head and decided not to press more on that matter. I’m not really interested in knowing. I was just testing whether he’s telling the truth or not. And obviously, he’s lying.

he asked, frowning as if he had no idea what the

sneered, “Nothing.

“Blaire—”

trying to squeeze what’s going on inside my head. The moment

I

out

have

then surrounded by awkward silence. You can hear nothing but the sound of our utensils scraping against each other. I hadn’t even finished half of when I decided to leave my table. I

announce before I stand

my chair.

he uttered my name with conviction, as if it were a

my food

as I continue to walk back inside the house. I’m so st upid to think that this setup will work without us cutting each other’s throats. The only agreement we had was when we were at the

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him. “Fck!” I heard him curse before I finally got inside the house. When I turned to close the glass door behind

the same room as him

with you, Blaire? Can’t you

you, Sebatian.

believe this!” I exclaimed exasperatedly. “You’re actually asking me, What’s

something when his phone started ringing. It was so loud that it was impossible for us to ignore it. He let out a loud sigh before picking up his phone from his pocket. He took a deep breath when he finally saw the name flashing on the screen.

working. I need to

don’t need to be a genius to figure out who he was talking to on the other line. It’s definitely his wife. Our situation has become more and more complicated as

out another sigh as he ended

was probably looking for you, am I

about him. Come, let’s go back to our room,” he said before trying

Sebastian. We must discuss this. Does Catherine know about our arrangement?” I inquired, though the answer dawned on me before he could respond. “Of course! How foolish of me! She’s unaware because no sane wife would agree to such

nothing about what’s going on between us, Blaire. So, stop talking as if you

is that, Sebastian? Do I have to remind

at fault here. We wouldn’t be in this situation if you didn’t sleep with that man who you just met,” he said, grabbing me tightly. His nails dug into my skin

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realization crashed over him. Doubts lingered in his eyes, but I could sense a flicker

me or not. I’m way past that. I’m

not sleep with Alexander?” He stuttered, the question hanging in the air like a fragile

you

sleep with a man I just met?” I retorted, my frustration simmering just beneath the surface. “May I remind that I’ve been in love with you for so

the truth lingering in the air as an uncomfortable barrier between us. I took

attempted to speak, but I raised my hand, signaling for him to listen. “I’ve endured the accusations and the sleepless nights wondering if our marriage meant anything to you. But I’m not sure how trapping

realization, but pride still fought to

our shared history pressing on me. “I’m glad