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.

the door. Without a word, I opened it, only to find him standing there, his hand

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

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

deep breath before

sure? I heard screaming. Nightmares?” His concern

read me so well. I offered a

he asked again, his worry

fine, Sebastian.”

As much as I hated to admit it, after that nightmare, I

from Sebastian at that moment.

you like to come inside?” I invited him.

too late for me to back out or change my mind, as he quickly entered my room.

me to order us a wine?”

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I replied. “That

dialed the room service, I took a moment to 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

into the chair opposite mine, his gaze fixed on me with a

He inquired

that still lingered in my mind. “It’s all a bit fuzzy now,”

“Nightmares can be quite unsettling,” he acknowledged, his words laced with understanding

wine to arrive, a comfortable silence settled between us, punctuated only by the

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

interest in my well–being. “Do you often have nightmares.

be more frequent. It’s as if my subconscious is trying to tell me something, but it all

that’s been happening,” he suggested. “With your memory still recovering, it’s only natural for your subconscious to be

plagued me since waking up in the hospital. with no

feel like I’m missing a piece of the puzzle, and no matter how hard I try, I

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mind if I asked what these nightmares exactly

found myself caught in the depths of Sebastian’s gaze, his handsome features etched with genuine concern. His question hung

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It was as if his presence had stirred something dormant within me, awakening memories long buried beneath the surface of my consciousness. And yet, the first dream I had involving Sebastian wasn’t a nightmare at all–it was something altogether different, a tapestry of

offering a direct response, I opted to deflect his inquiry, turning the focus of our conversation to a subject that had been weighing on my mind. “What about your wife?” I asked

his body language betraying a sense of unease that lingered in the air like palpable

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

as he offered a vague acknowledgment of his past transgressions. “I made mistakes, and it cost me my family,” he confessed,