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.

heavy sigh, trying 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 poised

planning to break it?” I asked, trying to lighten the tension with a

have to. Another minute of silence, and I’ll do it,” he

took a deep breath

I heard screaming.

me so well. I offered a hesitant smile, confirming

asked again, his worry etched across

fine, Sebastian.”

no intention of leaving any time soon. As much as I hated to admit it, after that nightmare, I didn’t want to be alone. My only dilemma was whether it was

at that moment.

come inside?”

I said that. It’s too late for

us a wine?” he asked as he was holding the

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replied.

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 nightmare.

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

the memories of the vivid and unsettling dream that still lingered in my mind. “It’s all

voice. “Nightmares can be quite unsettling,” he acknowledged, his

arrive, a comfortable silence settled between us, punctuated only by the soft hum of the air conditioning and the occasional

for Sebastian’s presence, even as the questions and uncertainties continued to swirl in my mind. Despite the complexities of our past and the uncertainties of the present, there was a sense of solace in knowing that I

forward, his eyes reflecting a genuine interest in my well–being. “Do you often have

confessed, “but lately, they seem to be more frequent. It’s as if my subconscious is trying to tell me

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 overtime to fill in the

since waking up in the hospital. with no memory of who I was or

a piece of the puzzle, and no matter how hard I try, I can’t seem

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you mind if I asked what these

depths of Sebastian’s gaze, his handsome features etched with genuine concern. His question hung in the air, prompting me

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stirred something dormant within me, awakening memories long buried beneath the surface of my consciousness. And yet, the first dream I

the focus of our conversation to a subject that had been weighing

subtle shift in Sebastian’s demeanor signaled his discomfort with the topic at hand, his body language betraying a sense of unease that lingered in the air like palpable tension.

extending an apology in response to his evident discomfort. “You don’t have to

was laden with heavy sadness, his words tinged with regret as he offered a vague acknowledgment of his past transgressions. “I made