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.

away without

my voice trembling with uncertainty. “Who is Sebastian, and why does he claim to

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

forward, his expression unwavering. “I assure you, Grant, I am anything but nobody. And if you have nothing to hide, then

Blaire hear the truth?”

her name,” Grant corrected

a chill down my spine. It was the first time I’d heard him address me by that name, and the weight of it hung heavy in the

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

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

determination. “I want answers, and I won’t leave until I

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

gaze unwavering. “And what about you, Grant? What are

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

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don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m not hiding anything. Dylan, I said, Let’s go!”

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not taking her anywhere.” Sebastian’s voice was resolute, his

palpable as he glared at Sebastian. “And who are you to tell me what to do? You think you can just

flinch. “I’m not playing anything, Grant. I’m just trying to help her remember who she is.”

laughter slicing through the charged atmosphere like a jagged blade. “And what

resolve unwavering. “I’m not a stranger. I’m her husband,”

Blaire. She’s Dylan, and she’s my wife. Your wife is dead!” His words landed like a heavy blow,

clenched, his gaze narrowing with suspicion. “How did you know she’s dead?” he demanded, his tone laced with challenge, as if daring Grant to

and frustration. “That’s none

lying to her,” ‘he shot back, his tone

jaw tightened, his fists clenching at his sides. “I’m not lying,” he insisted, though his voice faltered slightly, betraying

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

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

if Grant wasn’t telling me the whole truth? What if there was more to my past than