Trapped with My Billionaire Ex-Husband by Mariya Mercedes

Chapter 91

Chapter 91

BLAIRE

I was still thinking about whether I should answer Grant’s call and face him. But Steve already made that décision for me when he ran out of the room and called Grant’s attention.

“Grant, we’re here!” he shouted.

Caught off guard by Steve’s impulsive action, I hesitated for a moment before gathering my resolve. With a deep breath, I followed Steve out of the room, steeling myself for the confrontation that awaited.

As we stepped into the hallway, I saw Grant’s figure emerge from the shadows, his expression a mix of relief and concern. “Dylan, where have you been? Are you alright?” he asked, his voice tinged with

urgency.

I couldn’t bring myself to meet his gaze, the weight of uncertainty bearing down on me like a leaden

cloak.

“We need to talk, Grant,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.

As Grant’s gaze fell upon Sebastian, a shadow crossed his features, his expression turning stormy. “And who might this be?” he inquired with a chill in his tone.

Sebastian stood his ground, his demeanor unwavering despite Grant’s cold reception. “I’m Sebastian,” he replied evenly. “And I believe you have some explaining to do.”

Grant frowned, and anger was evident on his face. “I have nothing to explain to you. Let’s go, Dylan,” he

said before grabbing my arm.

But before he could even pull me, I quickly snatched my arm away from his grasp. He turned in my direction and looked at me with disbelief.

“That’s exactly what I wanted to talk to you about,” I said.

Grant grabbed my arm once again, and his grip tightened on my arm. His frustration was palpable. “We

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don’t have time for this,” he growled, his tone terse.

refusing to be led away without answers. “I need to know

“Who is Sebastian, and why does he claim

clenched, his gaze flickering between me and Sebastian. “He’s nobody,” he spat. “Just someone trying to

anything but nobody. And if you have nothing to hide, then why are you

hear the truth?”

name,” Grant corrected with an intense

first time I’d heard him address me by that name, and the weight of it hung heavy

to me, a hint of satisfaction gleaming in his eyes. “Blaire,” he repeated,

It was clear that there was more to this situation than met the eye, and I was

a mixture of fear and determination. “I want answers, and I

expression a mask of frustration and apprehension. “There’s nothing to tell,” he insisted, his

raised an eyebrow, his gaze unwavering. “And what about you, Grant? What are you hiding?” He countered, his tone laced with

room escalated. Each passing moment only served to deepen the mystery surrounding my identity and the conflicting claims of the two

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hiding anything. Dylan, I said, Let’s go!”

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her anywhere.” Sebastian’s voice was resolute, his stance unwavering as he stepped

jaw clenched, his frustration palpable as he glared at Sebastian. “And who are you to tell me what to

anything, Grant. I’m just

what makes you think you know her

“I’m not a stranger. I’m her husband,” he insisted, his voice

tiny little head; she’s not Blaire. She’s Dylan, and she’s my wife. Your wife is dead!” His words

did you know she’s dead?” he demanded, his tone laced with challenge,

eyes flashing with a mix of defiance and frustration. “That’s none of your

you’re lying to her,”

clenching at his sides. “I’m not lying,” he insisted, though his

the weight of their words pressing in on me from all sides.

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his patience wearing thin. “We’re leaving, Dylan. Stop this nonsense and come with me,” he demanded, his tone

the whole truth? What if there was more to my past than he was letting on? I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what I knew I had

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