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.

stood my ground, refusing to be led away without answers. “I need to know the

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

between me and Sebastian. “He’s nobody,” he spat. “Just someone trying

“I assure you, Grant, I am anything but nobody. And if you have nothing to hide, then why are

let Blaire hear

Grant corrected with

down my spine. It was the first time I’d heard him

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

tension thickening with each passing moment. It was clear that there was more to this situation than met

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

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

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

in the room escalated. Each passing moment only served to deepen

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

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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 me. “You

who are you to tell me what

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

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 nothing but a stranger,” he spat, his words

squared his shoulders, his resolve unwavering. “I’m not a stranger. I’m her husband,” he insisted, his voice

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

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

flashing with a mix of defiance 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

not lying,” he insisted, though his

stood between them, feeling the weight of their words pressing in on me from all sides. “I said that’s enough, okay? We can’t

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

there was more to my past than he was