Trapped with My Billionaire Ex-Husband by Mariya Mercedes

Chapter 86

Six months ago…

I slowly opened my eyes, and I was immediately welcomed by an unfamiliar ceiling. I winced in when I felt a throbbing pain in my head. I touched my head and noticed a bandage around my forehead.

I looked around the room that I was in. But nothing about it makes sense.

As I looked around the room, I couldn’t help but admire its fancy décor. The furniture was all elegant, and there were pretty lights shining from the chandeliers. It was all very posh, but it’s something that doesn’t resonate with me. I don’t feel any familiarity around this place.

But even with all the fancy stuff, I felt out of place. The room seemed too big, and the walls felt like they were closing in on me. It was like I’d walked into a whole different world.

I took a careful step forward, the sound of my footsteps echoing on the shiny floor. The room was so quiet, except for the sound of my own movements.

As I looked around more, I felt even more confused. The room seemed to keep changing, like it was playing tricks on me.

With each passing moment, I felt more uneasy. It was like I was lost in a maze with no way out. I opened the door, yet still, the place doesn’t make any sense to me at all. I tried to remember where I was, but the more I tried, the greater the confusion that engulfed my whole body.

As the searing pain shot through my head, I couldn’t help but let out a loud curse. “Damn it!”

“Hey, take it easy. Don’t move around too much,” a voice said from nearby.

I looked up to see a man I didn’t recognize. He seemed to be trying to help me, guiding me back toward the room I had come from.

Who was he? And why couldn’t I remember him? I racked my brain, trying to recall his name, but it was like trying to grasp at smoke. And then it hit me like a cold shower–I couldn’t remember who I was, either.

Panic welled up inside me as I struggled to make sense of what was happening. How could I not remember anything about myself? And why was I in this strange place with a man I didn’t know?

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“Sit down here; I’ll get your medicine,” he said, leading me to the edge of a vast bed with a reassuring smile.

“Uh, excuse me,” I stammered, feeling disoriented. He turned back to me, his expression expectant as he waited for me to speak. “Where am I? And I didn’t mean to be rude, but who are you?”

His features softened, and he approached me with a gentle smile, his eyes filled with warmth.

“We got into an accident while sailing. You were out for a few days,” he explained, his tone gentle but matter–of-

fact.

I tried to process his words, but my mind felt foggy, memories slipping through my grasp like sand through fingers. Frowning, I attempted to recall the events leading up to the accident, but all I could summon was a

sharp, throbbing pain pulsing through my head.

handed me a small pill and a glass of water. “Here, take this. It’ll help

in his eyes as he

with a gulp of water. As I did, a wave of

empty glass. “I’m sorry, but

me where we are?”

It’s okay. The doctor says you might have experienced memory lapses due to a concussion. We’re at my family’s estate

recuperating.”

end up here? And who was this man standing

shred of familiarity to cling to amidst the chaos of my fragmented memories.

my mind, but they failed to stir any sense of

my voice tinged with frustration.

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okay,” he said softly, though the strain in his voice was palpable. “You’ve been through a lot. It’s only natural that your memory would be a

what he said didn’t make me feel any better. If Grant really was my husband, why didn’t I feel close to him? Why

thought about these things, I felt more and more alone. It was like I was stuck in a bad dream, with people around me who I didn’t really know.

though I was confused, one thing was certain: I couldn’t trust my own memories. They were like pieces of a broken mirror, showing me only parts of what happened and making it harder for me to

to Grant, the man who claimed to be my husband, and forced a smile of my own. “Thank you for being here,” I said softly,

my dear,” he replied, his voice gentle and reassuring. “We’ll get through this together. And no matter what happens, I’ll be by your

I couldn’t shake the feeling of unease that gnawed at the

that felt off, like a puzzle piece that didn’t quite fit into the picture of my

for now, I pushed aside

my name was Dylan. Though I still don’t recognize the sound of my

the more I searched, the more

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In the darkness, a voice called out, sending shivers down my spine. It spoke a name I didn’t know, leaving me

the mysterious figure in my dreams. The voice echoed in my head, stirring up memories

I tried, I couldn’t remember where I heard that voice before. It felt like it came

beyond my fractured

it just my mind playing tricks on me? I couldn’t be sure, but I knew

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kind enough to stay in another room. Despite him introducing himself as my husband, he’s nothing but a stranger to me without my memory. Although I felt guilty, I don’t think it’s fair if we shared the

to feel a growing sense of frustration and despair. It was as if I were trapped in a maze with no way out, stumbling blindly through the corridors of my own mind

and walk around the area, hoping

approached the door, I saw Grant talking to a woman I can hardly remember. They seemed comfortable together, but something about

place her face or name, which left me feeling confused. Was

the situation. It felt like there was something hidden beneath

being caught in the act. It left me with a sense of unease, like there was something they didn’t

more questions than answers. I turned to Grant

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