Trapped with My Billionaire Ex-Husband by Mariya Mercedes

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.

be led away without answers. “I need to

is Sebastian,

between me and Sebastian. “He’s nobody,” he spat. “Just

anything but nobody. And if you have nothing to

Blaire hear

name,” Grant corrected

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

in his eyes. “Blaire,” he repeated, as if testing the sound of it on his

moment. It was clear that there was more to this situation than met the eye,

my voice trembling with a mixture of fear and determination. “I want answers, and I won’t leave until I get them. Grant, Sebastian, it’s time to tell me the

tell,” he insisted, his voice strained. “This man is a stranger, Blaire. You can’t trust

about you, Grant? What are you hiding?” He countered, his tone

escalated. Each passing moment only served to deepen the mystery

1. me.

not hiding anything. Dylan, I said,

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his stance unwavering as

you to tell me what to do? You think you can just waltz in here and play

didn’t flinch. “I’m not playing anything, Grant. I’m just trying to help her remember who

us, his bitter laughter slicing through the charged atmosphere like a jagged blade. “And what makes you think you know her better than I do? You’re nothing but a stranger,” he spat, his words dripping

her husband,” he insisted, his voice steady despite the brewing storm of emotions.

each word. “Squeeze this into your tiny little head; she’s not Blaire. She’s Dylan, and she’s my wife. Your wife is dead!” His words landed like a heavy blow,

dead?” he demanded, his tone laced with challenge, as if daring Grant to reveal the secrets he held tightly guarded.

his eyes flashing with a mix of defiance and frustration. “That’s

his resolve unyielding. “It is my business if you’re lying to her,” ‘he shot

at his sides. “I’m not lying,” he insisted, though his voice faltered slightly,

me from all sides. “I said that’s enough, okay? We can’t resolve anything

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frustration was palpable as he glared at Sebastian, his patience wearing thin. “We’re leaving, Dylan. Stop this nonsense and come with me,” he demanded, his tone

gnawing doubt that lingered in the back of my mind. What if Grant wasn’t telling me the whole truth? What if there was more to my past