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Trapped with My Billionaire Ex-Husband by Mariya Mercedes

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Chapter 5

BLAIRE

My mind was a chaotic mess as I attempted to process the situation. It was a whirlwind of emotions,

from confusion to anger to a deep sense of betrayal. I had to confront the reality of my past, whatever it

may have. been, and the consequences it held for my future.

As we walked away from the hospital room, with Catherine lingering in the background, the truth felt

like a distant mirage. The pieces of the puzzle were sca ttered, and it was a daunting task to piece

them together and make sense of the intricate web of relationships that had defined my life.

I struggled in vain to free my arm from Sebastian’s unyielding grasp. Each attempt to pull away seemed

to fall on deaf ears as he maintained a steely grip. It was a futile struggle, and as we reached his car,

he swiftly pushed me into the vehicle, closing the door behind me with a resounding thud.

My heart raced with a mix of fear and frustration, uncertainty gnawing at the edges of my thoughts. The

question on my lips couldn’t be contained any longer, and I turned to Sebastian, my voice trembling

with anxiety as I sought answers in this bewildering turn of events. “Where are you taking me?” I

implored, the urgency in my voice belying the unease that settled.

upon me.

“In our home, where else could it be?” he replied, his face a mask of unyielding determination. The

matter-of-fact tone in his voice sent a chill down my spine, and I couldn’t help but question the reasons

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behind this sudden turn of events.

“No, you’re not taking me anywhere near that house,” I vehemently disagreed, my voice laced with a

stubborn resolve. “If you’re feeling guilty about what happened, then at the very least, drive me back to

my father’s house. I’ll be staying there for now,” I insisted, clinging to the familiarity of my father’s home

as a sanctuary from this inexplicable situation.

Sebastian’s response was anything but accommodating. His voice held a playful tone, and a sly smirk

curled his lips as he retorted, “That’s absurd.

Why would I let my wife stay in someone else’s house when we have our own?” The casual dismissal

of my plea left me dumbfounded and conflicted. “Stop calling me your wife. I stopped being your wife

the moment you slept with my sister. Don’t worry, I’ve already moved on. You deserve each other.” “I

don’t know where you got that idea. But you’re not going anywhere but our house. That’s where you

belong, Blaire.” As the car sped down the familiar roads, each passing street brought with it a flood of

memories. The house, our home, loomed ahead like an unspoken reminder of the life we had once

shared. It might not be filled with joy and laughter, but this house was the only witness to my undying

love for him. Sebastian parked the car with a sense of purpose, the engine’s soft hum falling silent. I

found myself staring at the house, an imposing structure. that held within it the echoes of our shared

history. It was a place where love and betrayal had coexisted, a place that had witnessed both joy and

pain. I hesitated, my hand resting on the door handle, my gaze locked with Sebastian’s. Uncertainty

hung in the air like a thick fog that refused to lift. In that moment, the choices before me seemed

insurmountable, with the weight of the past and the uncertainty of the future pressing upon my

shoulders. Sebastian stepped out of the car, waiting for me to join him. With a deep breath, I opened

the car door and followed him towards the house. The familiar path led us to the front door, which stood

as a solemn sentinel, guarding the secrets and the memories that lay within. As we entered the house,

the air seemed to hang heavy with unresolved tension. It was a place where the echoes of our shared

past resided, each room a repository of memories that seemed to call out to me. The living room,

where I used to fall asleep while waiting for

him to come home.

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The tension between us was palpable, and as I met his gaze, the enigmatic. smile that played on his

lips sent a shiver down my spine.

“Do you really think that you can stop me from running away again?” I questioned, my voice holding a

note of defiance. The idea of returning to this life after the turmoil of the past was something I had

vehemently. sought to escape.

Sebastian’s response was anything but reassuring. He leaned in closer, his voice a low, measured

whisper filled with a mysterious promise. “No, I don’t. But I can be very persuasive,” he said, his eyes

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locked onto mine with an intensity that felt like it concealed a devious plan. Sebastian’s words hung in

the air, and I couldn’t help but sense the weight of their hidden meaning.

“I’m not easy to persuave, Sebastian. And I have no plans of staying here for good. I’m leaving once

my father’s health is settled,” I bravely said as I tried to compose myself, hiding the fact that our close

proximity brought too much tension in every fiber of my being. The warmth radiating from his b*dy is

enough to awaken the desire that I kept hidden for a very long

time.

“Challenge accepted,” he replied before giving me his devilish smirk.

I roll my eyes at him, trying to hide my discomfort. “Where’s my room? I want to rest now.” It’s been a

year since I left. Though there hasn’ much change from where I see it, I still don’t want to act as if I o

place.

“In our room, of coure. Where would it be?” he said, a playful smile tugging on the corner of his lips.

“In your dreams, Foster. I have no plans of sharing a bed with you. Your girlfriend might be,” I said

sarcastically.

As if on cue, his phone rang. The sound coming from his phone finally broke the tension building

between us. I had the opportunity to take a glance on his phone screen. I hate to admit, but I felt a

pang of jealousy when I read the name of my stepsister flashing on his screen.

“Speaking of the devil…” I sneered irritably before turning my back on

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him. I intentionally made each step heavy, creating a deliberate and audible stomp as I ascended the

stairs,