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.

without answers. “I need

is Sebastian, and why does he claim to know me?”

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

but nobody. And if you have nothing to hide,

Blaire hear the truth?”

corrected with

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

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

exchange between the two men, the tension thickening with each passing moment. It was clear that there was more to this situation than met the eye, and I was determined to uncover

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

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

eyebrow, his gaze unwavering. “And what about you, Grant? What are you hiding?” He

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

1. me.

about. I’m not hiding anything. Dylan, I said,

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to grab my hand 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

his frustration palpable as he glared at Sebastian. “And who are you to tell me what to do? You think you can just waltz in here and play

flinch. “I’m not playing anything, Grant. I’m just trying to help

charged atmosphere like a jagged blade. “And what

shoulders, his resolve unwavering. “I’m not a stranger. I’m 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

she’s dead?” he demanded, his tone laced with challenge, as if daring Grant to reveal the secrets he held

of defiance and frustration. “That’s none of

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

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

the weight of their words pressing in on me from all sides. “I said that’s enough, okay? We

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

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