Trapped with My Billionaire Ex-Husband by Mariya Mercedes

Chapter 90

BLAIRE

“We should leave,” the man who introduced himself as Sebastian said before grabbing my hand. But before he could even pull me toward the door, I immediately snatched my hand back.

“Not too fast, mister,” I said.

“What do you mean?”

He looked at me with a frown, as if he were confused by my action. Is he really expecting me to come with him just because he showed me a picture of us? I may have lost my memories, but I didn’t become stupid.

“I’m not coming with you.” I responded. “…yet.”

“I don’t understand. Was our photo not enough? If you want me to show you more evidence, I’ll give it to you. All you need to do is come with me,” he insisted.

I held up my hand, stopping him in his tracks. “Look, Sebastian, I appreciate you showing me the photo, but it’s not that simple. You see, you’re not the first to introduce yourself as my husband. Though you had an advantage by showing me proof, those pictures could be edited or something. It wasn’t enough.”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “I understand. But time is of the essence, Blaire. There are people out there who are after you, and I can’t guarantee your safety if we stay here.”

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His words sent a shiver down my spine, but I refused to let fear cloud my judgment. “I need more than “just a photo to trust you, Sebastian. I need answers. And until I get them, I’m not going anywhere with

you.”

He looked defeated, but there was a glimmer of determination in his eyes. “Fine, I’ll tell you everything. But not here. We need to go somewhere safe.”

I hesitated, weighing my options. Despite my doubts, there was a part of me that wanted to believe him and trust that he had my best interests at heart. But I couldn’t ignore the nagging feeling of unease that

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on one condition: It has to

expression grave. “Agreed.

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man. Maybe we should go and ask Grant first. You should listen to his

about Grant. Steve has made an excellent point, and I don’t have any idea why I was willing to trust this man in front of

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fog of confusion that clouded my mind. He was right -I didn’t really know this guy who claimed to be my husband. Despite feeling a hint of recognition around him, doubts still gnawed

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shame wash over me as I realized the mistake I almost made. How could I

Grant’s importance in my life. I needed to hear his side of the story

first.” I turned to Sebastian to let

down my spine. He gazed at me with such intensity that it felt as though he could

you keep mentioning, he’s not your husband. I don’t know why he’s pretending to be, but

I believe you over him?” I countered, my voice tinged with

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it. He hasn’t given you any proof of his identity, has he? Yet, here I am, offering you evidence in the form of a

suspicion. I could feel the weight of his gaze

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claim had seemed so convincing and genuine, and yet here was this stranger insisting otherwise.

my voice trembling with uncertainty. “Grant has been with me through everything.

over him. But behind that dark and gloomy expression was the sadness in his eyes. It was as if

as his words sank in. Could it be possible? Could Grant

thought any longer, Sebastian reached into his pocket and pulled out the

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Blaire,” he murmured, his voice filled with emotion. “If this isn’t convincing, then I believe our son

son?” I stammered, my eyes

a hint of sadness tinging his voice. “He’s six