Trapped with My Billionaire Ex-Husband

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

don’t have time for this,” he growled, his tone terse.

I stood my ground, refusing to be led away without answers. “I need to know the truth, Grant,” I

insisted, my voice trembling with uncertainty. “Who is Sebastian, and why does he claim to know me?”

Grant’s jaw clenched, his gaze flickering between me and Sebastian. “He’s nobody,” he spat. “Just someone trying to cause trouble.”

Sebastian stepped forward, his expression unwavering. “I assure you, Grant, I am anything but nobody. And if you have nothing to hide, then why are you so

to let Blaire hear the truth?”

“Dylan! That’s her name,” Grant corrected with an intense voice.

Grant’s correction sent a chill down my spine. It was the first time I’d heard him address me by that name, and the weight of it hung heavy in the air.

Sebastian’s gaze flicked to me, a hint of satisfaction gleaming in his eyes. “Blaire,” he repeated, as if testing the sound of it on his lips.

I watched the exchange between the two men, the tension thickening with each passing moment. It was clear that there was more to this situation than met the eye, and I was determined to uncover the truth, no matter the cost.

“Enough,” I interjected, my voice trembling with a mixture of fear and determination. “I want answers, and I won’t leave until I get them. Grant, Sebastian, it’s time to tell me the truth.”

Grant’s jaw tightened, his expression a mask of frustration and apprehension. “There’s nothing to tell,” he insisted, his voice strained. “This man is a stranger, Blaire. You can’t trust him.”

Sebastian raised an eyebrow, his gaze unwavering. “And what about you, Grant? What are you hiding?” He countered, his tone laced with accusation,

I 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 before

1. me.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m not hiding anything. Dylan, I said, Let’s go!” he repeated.

He was about to grab my hand once again when Sebastian stopped him. “You’re not taking her anywhere.” Sebastian’s voice was resolute, his stance unwavering as he stepped in between Grant and me. “You don’t get to decide what she does, Grant. Not anymore.”

Grant’s jaw clenched, his frustration palpable as he glared at Sebastian. “And who are you to tell me what to do? You think you can just waltz in here and play hero, don’t you?”

Sebastian didn’t flinch. “I’m not playing anything, Grant. I’m just trying to help her remember who she is.”

Grant’s scoff echoed in the tense silence that enveloped us, his bitter laughter slicing through the charged atmosphere like a jagged blade. “And what makes you think you know her better than I do? You’re nothing but a stranger,” he spat, his words dripping with contempt.

Sebastian squared his shoulders, his resolve unwavering. “I’m not a stranger. I’m her husband,” he insisted, his voice steady despite the brewing storm of emotions.

“No, I’m her husband!” Grant retorted, his voice rising with each word. “Squeeze this into your tiny little head; she’s not Blaire. She’s Dylan, and she’s my wife. Your wife is dead!” His words landed like a heavy blow, leaving a bitter taste lingering in the air. Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Sebastian’s jaw clenched, his gaze narrowing with suspicion. “How did you know she’s dead?” he demanded, his tone laced with challenge, as if daring Grant to reveal the secrets he held tightly guarded.

Grant’s expression hardened, his eyes flashing with a mix of defiance and frustration. “That’s none of your business,” he snapped, his voice tinged with anger.

*Sebastian’s gaze remained unwavering, his resolve unyielding. “It is my business if you’re lying to her,” ‘he shot back, his tone firm and resolute. “She deserves to know the truth.”

Grant’s jaw tightened, his fists clenching at his sides. “I’m not lying,” he insisted, though his voice faltered slightly, betraying a hint of uncertainty.

I stood between them, feeling the weight of their words pressing in on me from all sides. “I said that’s enough, okay? We can’t resolve anything if we keep on fighting!”

Grant’s frustration was palpable as he glared at Sebastian, his patience wearing thin. “We’re leaving, Dylan. Stop this nonsense and come with me,” he demanded, his tone sharp and commanding.

But I couldn’t 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 more to my past than he was letting on? I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what I knew I had to do.

Shaking my head, I declined Grant’s outstretched hand. “No,” I said firmly, my voice tinged with determination. “I’m not going anywhere until you can prove to me that you’re telling the truth. Sebastian has shown me evidence of our past; now it’s your turn.”

As the tension in the room reached its peak, Grant’s expression twisted into a mixture of frustration and disbelief. “You’re making a mistake, Dylan,” he warned, his voice laced with urgency.

Sebastian, on the other hand, remained steadfast, his gaze unwavering as he stood his ground. “She has a right to know the truth, Grant. And until you can provide evidence to support your claims, I won’t let her go with you.”

I could feel the weight of their stares bearing down on me, each one urging me to make a choice. But deep down, I knew that I couldn’t simply ignore the nagging doubts that had plagued me since the moment Sebastian appeared.

Grant stared at me intently. His jaw tightened as his breathing became heavier. After a few minutes, he took a loud breath before he finally spoke.

“You want proof? Fine, I’ll give you proof. Come with me, and I’ll show you,” Grant offered.

I frowned in surprise. I have been asking him to show me a picture of us since the moment I woke up * from the accident, yet he hasn’t even shown me anything when he could easily have given it to me the

‘first time I asked him to. Was he threatened by Sebastian’s presence? And his willingness to show some proof right now makes me more confused.

I furrowed my brow in astonishment, taken aback by Grant’s sudden willingness to produce evidence of our supposed relationship. It struck me as peculiar; after all, I had repeatedly requested that he show me a photo of us since the moment 1 regained consciousness after the accident. Why had he hesitated. then, only to offer it up now, in the presence of Sebastian?

The inconsistency in his actions left me feeling perplexed and suspicious. Was he feeling threatened by Sebastian’s presence, prompting him to reveal evidence he had previously withheld? Or was there some other motive behind his sudden change of heart?

The more I pondered the situation, the more confused I became. Grant’s behavior seemed erratic, his

actions shrouded in mystery. It was as if I were peelin

the layers of an enigmatic puzzle, each

revelation leading to more questions than answers t

“I’m coming with you,” Sebastian interjected, prompting me to come out of my reverie. “Until you prove

to me that she’s not Blaire, I will stay by her side.”