Trapped with My Billionaire Ex-Husband by Mariya Mercedes

Chapter 91

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.

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

uncertainty. “Who is Sebastian, and why does he claim to know

jaw clenched, his gaze flickering between me and Sebastian. “He’s nobody,” he spat.

but nobody. And if you have nothing to hide, then

hear the truth?”

name,” Grant corrected with an

heard him address me by that name, and the weight of it hung heavy

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

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

answers, and I won’t leave until I get them. Grant, Sebastian, it’s time to

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

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

felt a surge of panic rising 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

  1. me.

you’re talking about. I’m not hiding anything.

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resolute, his stance

who are you to tell me what to

just trying to help

his bitter laughter slicing through the charged atmosphere like a jagged blade. “And what

resolve unwavering. “I’m not a stranger. I’m her husband,”

she’s not Blaire. She’s Dylan, and she’s my wife. Your wife is dead!” His words landed like a heavy

he demanded, his tone laced with

expression hardened, his eyes flashing with a mix of defiance and frustration. “That’s

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

lying,” he insisted, though his voice faltered slightly, betraying a hint of

the weight of their words pressing in on me from all sides. “I

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leaving, Dylan. Stop this nonsense and come with me,” he

ignore the gnawing doubt that lingered in the back of my mind. What if Grant wasn’t telling me the whole truth? What if there was

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