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.

away without answers. “I need to know the truth,

trembling with uncertainty. “Who is Sebastian, and

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

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

hear

name,” Grant corrected with an intense voice.

chill down my spine. It was the first time I’d heard him address me by

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

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

mixture of fear and determination. “I want answers, and I won’t leave until I

“There’s nothing to tell,” he insisted, his voice strained. “This man is a stranger, Blaire. You can’t

what about you, Grant?

within 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 two men

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

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him. “You’re not taking her anywhere.” Sebastian’s voice was resolute, his stance unwavering as he stepped in between Grant and me. “You don’t get to decide

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

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

a jagged blade. “And what makes you think you know her better than I do?

stranger. I’m her husband,” he insisted, his voice steady despite the brewing storm

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, leaving a bitter taste lingering in the air.

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

and frustration. “That’s none of your business,” he snapped, his voice tinged

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

at his sides. “I’m not lying,” he

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

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as he glared at Sebastian, his patience wearing thin. “We’re leaving, Dylan. Stop this nonsense and come with me,”

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