Trapped with My Billionaire Ex-Husband by Mariya Mercedes

Chapter 96

BLAIRE

Where am I? What’s happening?

“Mommy, I’m scared. I turned to my side to see a child gasping for air as he clung to my waist.

“You’re both going to die here today!” I shifted my gaze in front of me and saw a woman holding a gun pointing

at us.

What’s going on here? What am I doing here? Who are these people? Though I don’t recognize the place at all, everything seems familiar, as if I were really in that situation. We were in a boat. And there’s four of us. Is this what happened before my accident? But as I tried to run my eyes around the boat, nothing here resembled what Grant told me about:

My heart was racing as I feared for my life and the life of this little child clinging to me. Who is he?

I squinted my eyes, trying to remember who they were and how we ended up in this situation. But their faces. were blurred, as if something were blocking my memory. Is it what it is–a memory? Or is it just a fragment of my imagination?

“Please leave them alone. Take me instead,” said the familiar voice. I turned to where the voice was coming from, and my eyes widened in shock when I finally figured out who it was.

Sebastian. What is he doing here?

“If I can’t have you, po one will!” the woman shouted.

“I kept shifting my gaze in between them as I tried to hide the little boy behind me. I don’t know why, but I had this urge to protect him, even if it cost me my life.

My head started hurting as soon as they both started screaming in unison. I clutch my head and shut my eyes, trying to clear my head up. I have no idea what’s happening right now. I don’t know any of them aside from Sebastian.

“Mommy,” said the tiny voice behind me. “Please, don’t leave me,” he pleaded.

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And the next thing I knew, I felt a bullet hit the side of my head. There’s also another one hitting my chest. The face of that little boy is the last thing I remember before everything went blurry.

“No!” I shouted as I was drenched in sweat and panting. I was startled when I suddenly heard a loud knock. coming from the adjacent door.

“Blaire, are you okay?” He shouted from the other side of the door as he continued to knock.

I was contemplating whether I should answer it or not. But it seems like Sebastian was planning to break the

door if I didn’t.

to steady my breathing before I made my way to the door. Without a word, I opened it, only to find him standing there, his hand

you planning to break it?” I asked, trying

of silence, and I’ll do it,” he replied, his

took a deep breath before responding. “I’m

sure? I heard screaming. Nightmares?” His concern was

to amaze me how he could read me so well. I offered a hesitant smile, confirming his suspicions.

again, his worry etched

really fine, Sebastian.”

silent for a moment, but it was clear he had no intention of leaving any time soon. As much as I hated to admit it, after that nightmare, I didn’t

at that

you like to come inside?” I invited him.

as soon as I said that. It’s too late for me to back out or change my mind,

to order us a wine?” he asked as

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before I replied. “That

collect my thoughts. Having him here, in my room, felt. simultaneously comforting and unsettling. Despite the lingering unease, I couldn’t deny the relief of having someone familiar by my side after the harrowing experience of the

gaze fixed on me

to share what the nightmare was about?” He inquired gently,

dream that still lingered in my mind. “It’s all a bit fuzzy now,” I admitted, my voice betraying the lingering traces of

his expression mirroring the empathy in his voice. “Nightmares can be quite unsettling,” he acknowledged,

us, punctuated only by the soft hum of the air conditioning and

Despite the complexities of our past and the uncertainties of the present, there was a sense of solace in knowing that I wasn’t alone in navigating the

genuine interest in my well–being. “Do you often have nightmares. like this?” he asked, his

considering his question carefully. “Not often,” I confessed, “but lately, they seem to be more frequent. It’s as if my subconscious is trying to tell me something, but it all comes in a

in understanding, his expression sympathetic. “Perhaps it’s your mind’s way of processing “everything that’s been happening,” he suggested. “With your memory still recovering, it’s only natural for your subconscious to be working

plagued me since waking up in the

voice tinged with frustration. “I feel like I’m missing a piece of the puzzle,

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if I asked what these nightmares exactly are?” he

etched with genuine concern. His question hung in the air, prompting me to delve into the depths of my own psyche

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hadn’t plagued me with such frequency until Sebastian entered my life. It was as if his presence had stirred something dormant within me, awakening memories long buried beneath the surface of my consciousness. And yet,

turning the focus of our conversation to a subject that had been weighing on my mind. “What about your

discomfort with the topic at hand, his body language betraying a sense of unease that lingered in the air like

prying,” I offered, extending an apology in response to his evident discomfort. “You

vague acknowledgment of his past transgressions. “I made mistakes, and it cost