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.

ground, refusing to be led away without answers. “I

Sebastian, and why does he claim

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

am anything but nobody. And if

let Blaire hear

name,” Grant corrected with an intense

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

of satisfaction gleaming in his eyes. “Blaire,” he repeated,

there was more to this situation than met the eye, and

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

jaw tightened, his expression a mask of frustration and apprehension. “There’s nothing to tell,” he insisted, his voice strained. “This man is a stranger, Blaire. You can’t trust

an eyebrow, his gaze unwavering. “And what about you, Grant? What are you hiding?” He countered, his tone laced with

rising within me as the tension in the room escalated. Each passing moment only served to deepen

1. me.

I’m not hiding anything. Dylan, I said, Let’s go!”

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resolute, his stance unwavering as he stepped in between

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

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

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

his shoulders, his resolve unwavering. “I’m not a stranger. I’m her husband,” he insisted, his voice steady despite the brewing

not Blaire. She’s Dylan, and she’s my wife. Your wife is dead!” His words landed like a heavy blow, leaving a bitter taste lingering in the air.

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

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

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

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

me from all sides. “I said that’s enough, okay? We can’t

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

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