Chapter 95


    BLAIRE


    As I sank into the seat of the car, my body trembled with residual fear, the adrenaline still coursing


    through my veins. My mind whirled with confusion, struggling to make sense of how I had ended up in


    such a harrowing situation.


    Memories shed through my mind like a nightmare, each image tinged with the same sense of terror


    that had gripped me moments before. What happened seemed like a surreal blur, a series of


    inexplicable twists and turns that had led me to this moment of desperate flight.


    I tried to piece together everything that happened, but it felt like grasping at shadows, the threads of


    memory slipping through my fingers like sand. How had I be entangled in Grant’s web of violence


    and control? How did a kind and supportive man like Grant turn into a monster in just a snap?


    Questions swirled in my mind, each one more confounding than thest. But amidst the confusion, one


    thing remained clear: I was grateful to be sitting in this car, safe from the danger that lurked behind me.


    I was grateful that Sebastian remained silent throughout our journey. He didn’t push me to ask me what


    happened. He allowed me to absorb everything until I finally calmed down.


    I nced at him, feeling a warmth wash over me as I took in his concerned expression. Though his


    gaze remained focused on the road ahead, I sensed a depth of thought in his eyes that hinted at


    something more.


    Despite the lingering tremors of fear that still gripped me, I realized I had almost overlooked expressing


    my gratitude for his presence in that crucial moment.


    “T–thank you,” I finally uttered when somehow my nerves calmed down.


    He remained silent. But I saw how his jaw clenched, trying to control his emotion. After a couple of


    minutes, I heard him blow a loud sigh.


    “What happened?” he asked.


    “To be honest, I’m not entirely sure. Grant was never violent. All those times that we stayed alone on


    that ind, he never once forced himself on me. Not until…” I couldn’t manage to finish my sentence


    as I saw his hand tighten its grip on the steering wheel.


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    “No, he didn’t. I manage to fight back and escape him just in time.” It seems like those statements give


    him some kind of relief. “He’s a good person, Sebastian,” I said, trying to ease his anger. But I think it


    did the opposite.


    He looked at me with ring eyes as he pressed harder on the gas, causing us to increase our speed.


    He wasn’t looking at the road, so it scares me that we might get into an ident. I immediately reached


    for his hand to calm him down.


    “Sebastian…” I called his name. I was d that it worked since he started to decrease our speed.


    “He’s not a good person, ire. He kidnapped you and tried to rape you. In my vocabry, that doesn’t


    constitute a good person,” he said.


    I let out a loud sigh. “I don’t know what happened to him. He’s probably under a lot of stress because of


    what happened,” I said, trying to think positively despite what happened.


    “I’m also under a lot of stress since you’ve been missing, ire. But not even once did I try to force


    myself on you,” he said, his voice leaving a hinge of jealousy.


    “You have to understand where he wasing from. He’s my husband, yet I’m depriving him of my


    duty as a wife,” I insisted.


    “He is not your husband, goddamnit!” he shouted, his hand striking the steering wheel with force.


    I was startled by his sudden burst of anger.


    “I’m sorry,” he quickly apologized when he noticed my reaction. He took a loud breath before speaking


    once again. “Please allow, me to conduct a DNA test. If it stilles out negative, then I’ll leave you


    alone. I promise I will never disturb you or Grant again. That’s all I need,” he pleaded.


    “I don’t know. This feels so wrong. Grant already gave me the proof that I wanted. I don’t think it’s fair


    for me to go behind his back.”


    “The man already tried to rape you, damn it! And yet, you’re still trying to defend him?” He scoffs.


    I wanted to get offended, but when I saw the pain in his eyes, my anger immediately vanished. This


    situation


    hurts him as much as I do. He lost his wife. And right in front of him is me, a woman who resembles his


    wife. I can’t imagine the pain he’s going through right now.


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    “I’m sorry. But despite what Grant did, I still owe him the benefit of the doubt. He probably does that


    because I’ve been rejecting him and depriving him of my duty as his wife. He’s been nothing but good


    to me since my. ident, and I don’t think one mistake was enough to make me forget all the good


    things he does for me. Besides, he’s still my husband,” I said.


    I’ve been leaning towards Sebastian since we left the ind. And now that Grant has shown me proof


    of our rtionship, I think I owe that to him.


    I was trying my best to let go of the feeling that lingered inside me toward Sebastian. He’s undeniably


    gorgeous and attractive. That’s probably the only reason why I’m feeling this way toward him. But I’m


    no adulterer. I will not betray Grant just for a moment of lust.


    I can’t despise him because of one mistake. We all made them, and we shouldn’t forget all the good


    things they did for us just because of one mistake.


    After I said that, Sebastian’s face remained dark, but he continued to be silent. He chose not to say


    anything rather than argue with me.


    We continued to drive to, I don’t know,. But my eyes widened in shock when he parked his car in front


    of a hotel.


    “Where are we going?” I asked in confusion.


    “I can’t bring you home, so you’ll be staying here for now. I wanted to bring you to the police station to


    report what happened. However, judging by what you said a while ago, you probably had no n to do


    so,” he coldly replied.


    I’m not used to how he is talking to me right now. I don’t understand why, but my heart aches when he


    treats me like this. But who am I toin? I already made my point a while ago.


    “Thank you,” I said.


    He just nodded in response before walking towards the entrance. I followed him silently as I watched


    his back. As we walked inside, I couldn’t help but notice how he immediately drew attention the


    moment he stepped into the lobby. It was as if everyone’s eyes were focused on him without even


    trying.


    “Good evening, sir. How may I help you?” The front desk officer greeted him with a very wide smile.


    She was so focused on Sebastian that she didn’t bother throwing a nce at me.


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    “I’d like a room, please,” he said. “Two rooms, adjacent, if possible,” he quickly added.


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    nuwa mjasi ivi iscing disappoint which earum say a su de manikiul, right? But why am I feeling offended


    that he didn’t want to take this opportunity to stay in the same room with me?


    Cut it, Dn! You don’t like him, remember? You already chose to believe Grant. Why are you acting


    as if you were hoping that he still insists that you are his wife? The tiny voice inside my head scolded


    me.


    To be honest, I’m more confused than I was before. I wanted to believe Grant, but my heart says


    otherwise. I feel pain when I choose Grant over him. And I feel hurt whenever he acts as if he doesn’t


    care about me at all. I think I’m going to lose my mind.


    After a few minutes, the woman at the front desk finally handed him the card. She was obviously


    flirting, but it seems like Sebastian hadn’t noticed it. It’s either that or he’s so used to it that he doesn’t


    care.


    The thoughts of Sebastian with another woman gnawed at me, stirring up a whirlwind of confusion.


    Why was! so bothered by the idea? It didn’t make sense. This feeling should have dissipated the


    moment Grant proved his identity as my husband. So why was it intensifying instead?


    As Sebastian walked ahead of me, taking the lead, I followed him in silence. The elevator doors slid


    shut, enclosing us in a small, confined space. Despite the distance between us within the elevator, I felt


    suffocated by his presence. The air seemed to grow thicker, constricting around me like a vice, making


    it difficult to breathe.


    A wave of relief washed over me as the elevator chimed its arrival. Exhaling a sigh, I followed


    Sebastian closely as he stepped out into the hallway. With purposeful strides, he made his way towards


    the nearest door, his movements determined and unwavering. Without hesitation, he tapped the card


    on the door as he reached for the handle and pushed the door open, revealing the room beyond.


    I stood hesitantly at the threshold, unsure of what awaited me on the other side. Sebastian looked


    back, his face a mask of unreadable emotions, as he held the door open, silently urging me to enter.


    “Youing in?” he asked softly, breaking the tense silence between us.


    I nodded slowly, my heart pounding in my chest as I stepped into the dimly lit room. The soft glow of


    lamplight illuminated the space, casting eerie shadows across the walls.


    Sebastian moved further into the room, his movements deliberate and controlled. I trailed behind him;


    my mind was buzzing with what’s about to happen next.


    “I’ll be staying right next door,” he said before walking towards another door. “This room is adjacent to


    mine. Don’t worry; the lock is on your side. Just knock if you need anything,” he said before handing


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    keycard. “If you’re hungry, you can call in for room service. Just tell them to charge it in the room.”


    As Sebastian prepared to depart, I summoned the courage to voice the question that had been


    gnawing at my mind. “Why are you helping me, Sebastian?” The words hung in the air, heavy with


    uncertainty and curiosity.


    He paused in his movements, turning to meet my gaze with a steady intensity that made my heart skip


    a beat. I swallowed hard, feeling the weight of his stare bearing down on me. “Because I still believe


    that you’re my wife, he answered, his voice firm and unwavering. “And without the DNA test, I will


    continue to believe it.”


    His response only fueled my confusion. “If you truly believe that,” I began, unable to suppress the


    question that had been nagging at me, “then why bring me here instead of your house?”


    Sebastian’s expression softened, a hint of sadness creeping into his eyes as he considered my


    question. “Because I’m trying to protect our son,” he exined, his voice tinged with regret. “I don’t


    think it will be good for him if he sees you and you don’t recognize him. It will break him.”


    His words hit me like a tidal wave, washing over me with a wave of sorrow and empathy. The thought


    of a child longing for his mother, only to be met with unfamiliarity and confusion, tore at my heartstrings.


    In that moment, I couldn’t help but feel a pang of anguish for his son. I’m not sure why, but at that


    moment, I truly wish I was his mother.


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