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

Sebastian, and why does

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

“I assure you, Grant, I am anything but nobody. And if

let Blaire hear the truth?”

That’s her name,” Grant corrected with

was the first time I’d heard him address me

hint of satisfaction gleaming in his eyes. “Blaire,” he repeated, as if testing the sound

two men, the tension thickening with each passing moment. It was clear that there was more to this situation than met the eye,

fear and determination. “I want answers, and I won’t

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

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

me as the tension in the room escalated. Each passing moment only served to deepen the mystery surrounding my identity and the conflicting claims of the

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know what you’re talking about. I’m not hiding anything. Dylan, I said,

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grab my hand once again when Sebastian stopped him. “You’re not taking her anywhere.” Sebastian’s voice was resolute, his stance unwavering as

“And who are you to tell me what to do? You

anything, Grant. I’m just trying to help her remember who she is.”

enveloped 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

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

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

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

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

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

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

feeling the weight of their words pressing in on me from all sides. “I said

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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

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