Chapter 92

BLAIRE

Grant seemed compelled to provide the proof he had previously kept hidden once Sebastian entered

the picture. It seemed like Grant sensed that Sebastian’s words held more truth in this moment.

As I thought it over, my doubts began to take shape. Whenever I’m with Grant, I feel distant, like we’re strangers. But with Sebastian, it’s different, I felt a strong connection, like electricity running through

me, when he looked at me. It’s like he could see right into my soul.

We decided to go back to the city where Grant claims we used to live before the accident. But he hasn’t

explained how we ended up on that small island after the incident.

Sebastian offered his boat for us to take to the city.

“No, we’re good. I already asked a friend of mine to pick us up,” Grant replied.

“Why wait when you’re generously offering a ride? Unless you are trying to buy some time?” Sebastian

taunted.

Grant’s jaw clenched visibly, a silent testament to the escalating tension between him and Sebastian. Sensing the impending clash, I swiftly intervened to diffuse the mounting hostility.

“I think we should accept Sebastian’s offer. There’s no reason for us to delay any longer,” I suggested,

hoping to steer the conversation in a more constructive direction.

Grant remained silent, his disapproval palpable in the air. It was evident that my alignment with

Sebastian’s proposal did not sit well with him, adding another layer of complexity to the already fraught

situation.

Grant’s gaze softened slightly as he looked at me, but the tension in his demeanor remained palpable.

his voice tight with restrained frustration. “But don’t expect me to trust him.” With a

“Let’s get this over with,” he muttered, leading the

Sebastian’s boat.

we climbed into the boat, I couldn’t shake the feeling of unease that

were about to change in ways we

comprehend.

gently on the waves, I couldn’t shake

between

every word.

soothing backdrop as

Despite the vast expanse of the ocean surrounding us, the tension

thick fog

aimlessly over the water, lost in thought, when movement from the

at the bow of the boat, had pulled out a cellphone

a

my brows as I watched him, a pang of unease tugging

phone hidden from

adding another layer of suspicion to

when he abruptly ends the call when he notices

curiosity, I approached him to ask

a phone with you,”

it was important to tell you,”

like he was hiding something. Despite his attempt to brush it

the feeling that there was more to

towards the city, the tension between us grew. It was like

us further with each passing moment.

And with every wave that crashed against the

the pit of my stomach, knowing that

and revelations.

more suspicious. It seemed like he

conversation deliberately.

appeared on the

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