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.

my ground, refusing to be led away without answers. “I need to know the

is Sebastian, and why does he claim to

his gaze flickering between me and Sebastian. “He’s nobody,”

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

let Blaire hear

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

eyes. “Blaire,” he repeated,

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

fear and determination. “I want answers, and I won’t leave until I get them. Grant, Sebastian, it’s time to tell

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

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

a surge of panic rising within me as the tension in the room escalated. Each passing moment only served to deepen the mystery surrounding

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

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once again when Sebastian stopped him. “You’re not taking her anywhere.” Sebastian’s voice was resolute, his stance unwavering as he stepped in between Grant and me.

who are you to tell me what to do? You think you can just waltz in

Grant. I’m just

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 with

I’m her husband,” he insisted, his voice

Grant retorted, his voice rising with 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,

suspicion. “How did you know she’s dead?” he demanded, his tone

frustration.

his resolve unyielding. “It is my business if you’re lying to her,” ‘he shot back, his tone firm and resolute. “She deserves to know the

sides. “I’m not lying,” he insisted, though his voice faltered slightly, betraying a hint of

their words pressing in on me from all sides. “I said that’s enough, okay? We can’t resolve anything if we keep on

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wearing thin. “We’re leaving, Dylan. Stop this nonsense and come with

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 than he was letting on? I took a deep breath,