Chapter 91


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    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. “Dn, 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 exining to do.”


    Grant frowned, and anger was evident on his face. “I have nothing to exin to you. Let’s go, Dn,”


    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


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    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 im 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 ire hear the truth?”


    “Dn! 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. “ire,” 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, ire. You can’t trust him.”


    Sebastian raised an eyebrow, his gaze unwavering. “And what about you, Grant? What are you


    hiding?” He countered, his toneced with usation,


    I felt a surge of panic rising within me as the tension in the room escted. Each passing moment only


    served to deepen the mystery surrounding my identity and the conflicting ims of the two men before


    1. me.


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


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    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 red at Sebastian. “And who are you to tell me


    what to do? You think you can just waltz in here and y hero, don’t you?”


    Sebastian didn’t flinch. “I’m not ying 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 bitterughter slicing through the


    charged atmosphere like a jagged de. “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 ire. She’s Dn, and she’s my wife. Your wife is dead!” His wordsnded like a


    heavy blow, leaving a bitter taste lingering in the air.


    Sebastian’s jaw clenched, his gaze narrowing with suspicion. “How did you know she’s dead?” he


    demanded, his toneced with challenge, as if daring Grant to reveal the secrets he held tightly


    guarded.


    Grant’s expression hardened, his eyes shing 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!”


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    Grant’s frustration was palpable as he red at Sebastian, his patience wearing thin. “We’re leaving,


    Dn. Stop this nonsense ande with me,” he demanded, his tone sharp andmanding.


    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.”


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    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, Dn,” he warned, his voiceced 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 ims, 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 gued 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 ident, 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 rtionship. 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 ident. Why had he


    hesitated. then, only to offer it up now, in the presence of Sebastian?


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    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


    theyers of an enigmatic puzzle, each


    revtion leading to more questions than answers t


    “I’ming with you,” Sebastian interjected, prompting me toe out of my reverie. “Until you prove


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