Trapped with My Billionaire Ex-Husband by Mariya Mercedes

Chapter 37
BLAIRE
I went straight to the restroom. I feel like I’m about to have an anxiety attack. I tried to act strong in front of Sebastian, but the truth is, I’m shattered inside. I had been trying to convince myself for quite some time now that what happened was inevitable. But I wasn’t prepared for the pain that comes along with it. I’m so stu pid for letting myself believe that there’s a chance for us.
My tears continued to flow along my cheeks as I looked at myself in the mirror, looking so pathetic and desperate. I can’t recognize the woman that I’m looking at right now. I used to be brave and courageous. But I’m not aware that love can make you endure every pain possible. How long will I let myself suffer like this?
I let out a loud sigh as I fixed myself. Just when I was washing my hands, someone unexpectedly came inside the restroom. She’s the last person I want to see right now. It gave her a brief glare before turning off the faucet. I grabbed a tissue to dry my hands. before I headed towards the door. But before I could even take a few more steps, she blocked me.
“You have to let him go, Blaire. He’s not yours to begin with. Give him back to me, Catherine said without blinking
“He’s not a thing that I can just give back to you, Catherine. He’s my husband. Our marriage is legally binding. I can’t do that just because you asked me to!” I’m fuming mad. She had the audacity to ask me that, as if our marriage didn’t mean anything.
“Leaving him was the biggest mistake I ever made. I thought I was doing him a favor by sparing him from my misery, but I was wrong. G od gave me another chance at life so I could set things right,” she confessed.
“But you’re sick again, aren’t you? Maybe it’s Go d’s way of telling you that leaving was the right choice, and you’re destined to die anyway.”
My words struck a nerve, and the next thing I knew, her hand landed sharply on my cheek. “If you’re wishing for my death, it’s not going to happen. I will overcome this, just like I did before. And I’m going through this with Sebastian by my side.”
“Good luck with that. ‘Cause I have no plans of giving up without putting up a good fight. You’ll be his mistress as long as I am here,” I told her.
“You want a fight?” she said as she squinted her eyes at me. “I’ll give you one,” she said.
I frowned, my eyes narrowing as I observed her every move with growing concern. Without warning, she seized the piece of the restroom counter that rested in front of the mirror. My eyes widened in shock as she hurled it at the mirror, shattering it into
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“Are you out of your mind? What the hell is wrong with you?”I shouted in panic, bewildered by the sudden chaos. Confusion gripped me as I tried to make sense of her actions; it seemed like she had completely lost her grip on reality.
She smirked, a disturbing glint in her eyes, as she picked up one of the broken pieces of glass. “I’m not done yet,” she declared before slashing her arm with the jagged edge.
“Catherine, stop it!” I yelled,
to intervene before she could inflict further harm on herself. I grasped her hand, the one holding the sharp glass, desperately attempting to prevent her from causing more injury.
“So predictable, Blaire,” she whispered, placing the broken glass in my hand before launching into a piercing scream. “Help! Someone help me, please!” she cried out, her voice echoing through the chaos she had created.
The commotion escalated as Catherine’s cries for help echoed through the restroom. Panicked footsteps approached, and soon enough, concerned onlookers rushed into the
scene.
“What’s happening here?” a concerned woman asked, surveying the shattered mirror and the distressing sight before her..
Catherine, with a twisted smile, pointed accusingly at me. “She attacked me! Look at what she did!” she exclaimed, feigning distress.
My jaw dropped in disbelief, trying to comprehend the situation. The broken glass still clutched in my hand felt like da mn ing evidence against me. I struggled to find words as Catherine continued her act.
“She just went crazy and attacked me for no reason. You need to call security!” she urged the gathering crowd.
I was left dumbfounded, torn between defending myself and the shock of Catherine’s orchestrated drama. The restroom became a chaotic stage, with concerned onlookers caught in the middle of an escalating conflict.
Sebastian’s arrival heightened the tension in the restroom. His eyes darted between. Catherine and me, confusion and concern etched on his face. The shattered mirror and the tumultuous atmosphere added to the drama that unfolded.
“Catherine, what happened?” Sebastian questioned, his voice strained with worry.
Catherine, maintaining her façade, pointed at me accusingly. “Sebastian, she attacked me out of nowhere! I was just trying to explain to her our situation and how you were only trying to help me, but she became frantic. I don’t know what got into her.”
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I tried to interject, desperate to defend myself, but the words seemed to catch in my throat. The broken glass in my hand was now a dam ning piece of evidence, and Catherine’s manipulative act had successfully cast me as the aggressor in the eyes of the onlookers.
Sebastian’s gaze shifted from Catherine to me, searching for an explanation. The restroom became a stage for a twisted play, with each of us playing our roles in a narrative that threatened to unravel the truths that lay beneath the surface.
“I know you’re mad, Blaire, but this is too much!” he yelled at me. “What were you thinking?”
I clenched my fist tightly. It completely slipped my mind that I was holding a sharp glass in my hand. I winced in pain when the glass started to pierce right into my palm.
“I didn’t do anything,” I replied in gritted teeth.
“Are you telling me that she did that to herself?” He said it as if what I’m implying is absurd.
“That’s exactly what I’m telling you,” I responded coldly. I wasn’t exactly trying to convince him because, judging by his reaction, he’s already taking Catherine’s side. “Stop lying, Blaire. I’m not mad at you for doing this to me. You don’t have to lie,” Catherine interjected.
Sebastian’s disbelief hung in the air, his gaze shifting between us as if torn between conflicting truths. My attempt to convey that Catherine had orchestrated the entire scene seemed to fall on deaf ears.
“Sebastian, I would never do this to myself. She’s trying to manipulate you,” she insisted. Catherine, feigning vulnerability, chimed in. “Sebastian, I know we’ve had our differences, but I never expected her to become violent. You should have seen the hatred in her eyes.”