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

1/5

don’t have time for this,” he growled, his tone terse.

without answers. “I need to know the truth,

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

“He’s

his expression unwavering. “I assure you, Grant, I am anything but nobody.

hear

That’s her name,” Grant corrected with an intense voice.

It was the first time I’d heard him address me by that name, and the weight of

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

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

and I won’t leave until I

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

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

a surge of panic rising within me as the tension in the room escalated. Each passing moment

1. me.

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

2/5

Chapter 91

+5

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. “You

frustration palpable as he glared at Sebastian. “And who are you to tell me what

I’m just trying to help

the tense silence that enveloped us, his bitter laughter slicing through the charged atmosphere like a jagged blade. “And what

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

she’s not Blaire. She’s Dylan, and she’s my wife. Your

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

hardened, his eyes flashing with a mix of defiance and frustration. “That’s none of your business,”

her,” ‘he shot back, his tone firm and resolute. “She deserves to

he insisted, though his voice faltered

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

3/5

Chapter 91

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

mind. What if Grant wasn’t telling me the whole truth? What if there