Trapped with My Billionaire Ex-Husband by Mariya Mercedes

Chapter 13

BLAIRE

Since I don’t want to stay in our house, I decided to pay Sebastian a visit in his office. I wanted to talk

to him about our setup. I need to set some boundaries. He can’t just k*ss me and hold me whenever he

wants to. We may still be married, but our marriage is over. I’m just waiting until everything is settled

before I push for divorce again. But this time, I’ll make sure that he will definitely sign it.

It’s been a year since I last went to his office. On my way there, I passed by a coffee shop

nd decided to buy some coffee and pastries. The place was basically the same. There have been a few

changes around the building. Sebastian owned a real estate and construction company and has been

one of the wealthiest men in the country.

There are a lot of new faces that I saw as I made my way to his office. The security didn’t recognize

me, so they asked me to go through the registration process just like all the people visiting the building.

“Your name, please?” said the woman in the reception.

“Blaire Allicent Foster,” I replied. Since I discovered that Sebastian hasn’t pushed through with our

divorce, Foster is still my legal name.

The woman lifted her head and looked at me with scrutinizing eyes. She raises her eyebrow in

suspicion.

“What floor?” she said as she brought her eyes back to the computer and started typing again.

“Top floor,” I responded innocently.

“You’re here to see Mr. Foster?”

“Yes.”

“It seems like your name isn’t listed as an allowed visitor. Do you have an appointment? May I know

what the purpose of your visit is?” she asked.

I smiled. “I didn’t know that I needed to set an appointment to see my husband.”

“I’m sorry, ma’am. It’s just protocol. You wouldn’t be the first woman to introduce herself as Mr. Foster’s

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wife. It’s for security. Do you have any identification with you?” she replied.

I have no identification with me. In addition to that, I haven’t been using the name Foster since I left.

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She hasn’t said anything that doesn’t make sense, and she has been on

point the whole time. But I can’t help but feel irritated by the way she looked at me, as if she were

judging me and accusing me of being delusional. I took a deep breath to calm myself down. I forced a

smile on my face and agreed with her.

“Fair enough. But could you at least call his office and let him know that I am here?”

“If you were what you said you were, why don’t you call him yourself? I’m sure if you were Mr. Foster’s

wife, you’d have his personal phone number, right?” She said it mockingly.

I gave her a fake smile. I hate it that she’s making a very good point. “I would have done that only if I

had my phone with me.”

She looked at me with suspicion. “I’m sorry, ma’am. But I’m afraid I can’t let you in.”

I bit my lower lip, trying to think of something to convince her to let me in. But I don’t want to make a

scene. “Can I at least wait for him in the lobby?”

“I’m sorry, ma’am. But we don’t tolerate bystanders. Why don’t you just wait for him in your house?” she

said sarcastically.

I squinted my eyes as I took a deep breath. I’m already on the verge of not knowing whether I will make

a fool of myself or not. I wanted to grab her hair and press it hard against the reception counter in front

of us. In the end, I realized that it wasn’t worth my energy. There’s no use insisting on my identity as

Sebastian’s wife when it won’t be long before I become his ex-wife.

I decided to go out and wait outside the building. The cold breeze of the city welcomed me the moment

I stepped outside the building. I stayed outside for a couple of minutes, contemplating whether I should

wait for him or go home. It only took me fifteen minutes before I decided to go home. I saw a homeless

man on the street and decided to give him the coffee and pastries that I bought for Sebastian.

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Right after the homeless man took the coffee and pastries from my hand, I heard a familiar voice.

“Blaire?”

I turned around and found Sebastian, who was just about to leave the building.

He quickly approached me, frowning. “What are you doing here?” He looked at the homeless man

who’s currently eating the bread that I gave him. “Am I petty if I felt jealous that you managed to buy a

homeless man a cup of coffee and pastries, but not your husband?” he said, raising his eyebrow.

“That was yours, actually. But you wouldn’t allow me to go

to your office, so I decided to

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give it away. I was just about to go home,” I explained.

“You weren’t allowed to get inside? Why?” he asked, frowning. “Did you tell them you’re my wife?”

“I did. But I don’t have anything with me that carries your name. It’s b

fine. I understand it’s protocol. Let’s go; I want us to talk,” I said before walking past him to lead the

way.

But I was surprised when he suddenly grabbed my hand and pulled me inside the building. “Sebastian,

what are you doing?” I asked him in confusion.

He didn’t bother to answer. Instead, he went straight to the reception. All eyes were on us as we

walked closer to it. As we approached the desk, the woman who didn’t allow me to get inside saw us,

and her eyes grew wide in shock.

“Who among you was the one who didn’t allow my wife to get inside my building?” he asked with an icy

tone.

I looked at the women behind the desk, and fear was evident in their eyes. The woman who talked to

me a while ago was obviously in shock.

“Do I have to repeat myself?” he shouted. We are starting to catch so much attention,

I pulled Sebastian’s arm to console him. “Sebastian, it’s fine. It wasn’t a big deal. It’s nob*dy’s fault. Just

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let it slide. Though I was irritated with the woman who assisted me a while ago, I don’t think I wanted

her to lose her job just by implementing the company’s protocol.

“I can’t let this slide. Because one of them is the reason why I don’t have my coffee and pastries now,”

he answered coldly.

I dropped my jaw upon hearing that. Is he for real? He was this mad because I gave his coffee away. “If

that’s the reason why you’re mad, then I’ll just buy you coffee again. Okay?”

He glared at me for a few seconds, as if he were contemplating his next decision. Eventually, his eyes

softened as he let out a loud sigh. “I want the biggest one,” he finally

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said.

I just roll my eyes at him as I shake my head.

“Did you just roll your eyes át me?” he asked, squinting his eyes.

“Stop it, Sebastian. Let’s go,” I brushed him off before pulling him towards the exit.

But he didn’t bud. I looked at him in confusion while he remained standing in front of the reception. I

wasn’t expecting what he did next.

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“Everyone, listen!” he shouted, which caught everyone’s attention.

“Sebastian, what are you doing?” I asked in panic as I kept looking around the people in there.

“Some

you may be new to this co

company, so I will let this slide. My wife took a year- long vacation outside the country, but now she’s

back. I want you all to remember this beautiful face. Because the next time I hear that you didn’t allow

my wife to get inside my building, it will also be the last time that you’ll be working here. Am I making

myself clear?” He said it firmly.

They all answered in unison. I can’t believe Sebastian actually did that. I can already feel my cheeks

burning in shame. All I wanted to do was cover my face or wish that I would just magically disappear

from the face of the earth.

I let out a sigh of relief when he was finally done. He then pulled me again towards the exit of the

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building.

“You don’t have to do that.” I complain..

“Of course I have to. I own the whole fcking building, and they won’t allow my wife to get inside? You

see how absurd it sounds.”

“But they probably didn’t recognize me. Besides, we’re going to get a divorce once my father recovers.

So, there’s actually no point in doing that,” I insisted.

“You’re still at it, are you?” he said as his eyes darkened. I immediately took a step back, but his hand

was quick to grab my waist and pull me closer to him until our bodies were inches away from each

other. “When are you going to get into your stubborn head that we’re not getting a divorce? You’re

mine,” he whispered before sealing my lips with a k*ss.

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