Trapped with My Billionaire Ex-Husband by Mariya Mercedes

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 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.

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