Trapped with My Billionaire Ex-Husband

Chapter 97

BLAIRE

"Are you sure you'll be fine on your own?" Sebastian asked worriedly as I walked him towards his room.

To be honest, I'm not sure. But so does spending more time with him. The longer I stayed with him, the longer these lingering feelings inside me stayed. I can't think straight whenever he's this close. However, right after he told me about his wife's accident, my suspicions grew stronger, and I began to lean towards Sebastian once again. What he was suggesting when we were at Grant's house becomes more reasonable.

"I'm fine. Can you do me a favor?" I asked him.

He frowned, "Sure. Anything," he responded.

"The DNA testing that you suggested, can we do that?"

His eyes widened in surprise. He probably wasn't expecting that right after everything I said. But the uncanny similarity of what happened to his wife and to my dreams was something I couldn't just ignore. Since I woke up from the accident, I didn't get any glimpse of who I was; not even a single piece of memory flashed right before my eyes. But since he arrived, it has come rushing back to me like a tidal wave.

"O-Of course! I'll call the hospital right away. We'll go there first thing in the morning," he said excitedly. "You have no idea how much this means to me. We can all finally put everything to rest once we get to the truth." "Good night, Sebastian." I forced a smile on my face as I responded before I gently closed the door behind him.NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

Once I'm finally alone inside my room, I can't bring myself back to sleep. I sat down on the couch where I was sitting a while ago. Sebastian left the whole bottle of wine that he ordered. We only had one glass each, so there's still a lot left in the bottle.

I decided to have another glass just so I could get some sleep. I was staring at the table as I gently massaged the side of my temple where there's a scar. It was usually covered by my hair, so it wasn't obvious.

As I gently caress the scar on my chest. Grant said that a stick pierced my chest when the accident happened. But now that I had that reoccurring dream, which I suspect was my lost memory, I'm starting to doubt everything.

I hate that I'm feeling hopeless, and I'm always under the mercy of those around me. Tomorrow, I have to take my life back. I have to take charge of my own faith and stop relying on people around me. If I want to know the truth, I have to do it by myself.

I drank the whole glass before heading back to bed. Somehow, the wine helps me get through the night without nightmares.

But it seems like I had so much to drink that I didn't wake up from the sound coming from the adjacent door.

"Blaire, are you okay?"

I frowned when I was woken up by a gentle tap on my cheek. I slowly opened my eyes, and I found myself in the arms of Sebastian, who was looking at me worriedly.

"Sebastian? What are you doing here?" I asked in confusion as I jolted away from his arms when the warmth of his embrace suddenly awakened an unfamiliar feeling inside me.

"I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to frighten you. I have been knocking on your door, but no one's answering. I was worried that something might happen to you, so I took the liberty of barging into your room," he quickly apologized.

I winced when suddenly a pang of pain shot right at my temple. I shut my eyes and gently massaged my temple, trying to ease the pain. "I'm fine. I think I had too much wine last night," I said.

He chuckled, "I figure," he said, glancing at the bottle of wine on the table.

As I glanced around the room, my eyes fell upon the nearly empty bottle of wine, a silent testament to the events of the previous night. I had only intended to have a single glass, but as I surveyed the scene before me, it became evident that I had indulged far more than I had initially realized.

His voice interrupted my thoughts, pulling me back to the present moment. "I'll give you some time to prepare," he said, his words echoing in the stillness of the room. "I've already called the hospital. They're expecting us. But there's no need to rush. Take all the time you need."

With a nod of acknowledgment, he retreated back into the adjoining room, leaving me alone with my thoughts. As the door clicked shut behind him, a wave of relief washed over me, the weight of his presence lifting from my shoulders.

I approached the door with purpose, securing the lock with a decisive click. It was a small gesture, but it offered me a sense of security and privacy in the midst of uncertainty. With a steadying breath, I turned away from the door, my mind still reeling from the unexpected turn of events.

Images of his handsome face lingered in my mind, stirring feelings that I struggled to comprehend. Despite my efforts to push them aside, his presence continued to linger like a ghost in the recesses of my mind, haunting me with its tantalizing allure.

Taking a moment to compose myself, I drew in a deep breath, willing my racing heart to slow its frantic pace. With measured steps, I made my way towards the bathroom, eager to wash away the remnants of the night and prepare myself for the journey that lay ahead. I stepped into the bathroom, the cool tiles beneath my feet offering a welcome reprieve from the turmoil of emotions swirling within me. Turning on the faucet, I let the warm water cascade over my hands; its soothing touch was a balm to my frazzled nerves. As I splashed my face with water, I couldn't shake the lingering sense of unease that had settled over me like a heavy fog. I closed my eyes, willing the memories to fade into my mind, even if only for a moment. But no matter how hard I tried to push them away, they lingered like stubborn ghosts, refusing to be banished.

With a sigh, I reached for a towel and dried my face, steeling myself for the task ahead. I knew that going to the hospital meant confronting the truth head-on, no matter how much I wished to avoid it. But it's the only way to finally put every doubt to rest. Gathering my resolve, I dressed quickly, the fabric of my clothes offering a comforting barrier against the uncertainty that awaited me outside these walls. With one last glance in the mirror, I squared my shoulders and made my way to the adjacent door before making a soft knock.

I heard his footsteps approaching the door, and my heart quickened with anticipation. When he opened it, his gaze met mine, and for a moment, we just stood there, silently acknowledging the weight of what lay ahead.

"Ready?" he asked, his voice steady despite the underlying tension.

I nodded, swallowing the lump that had formed in my throat. "Yes."

Together, we stepped out into the hallway, the air thick with anticipation. With each step, the uncertainty seemed to grow, but I pushed the doubts aside, focusing on the task at hand.

As we made our way towards the hospital, the silence between us stretched, heavy with unspoken thoughts and emotions. But despite the gravity of the situation, there was a sense of camaraderie between us, a shared determination to uncover the truth, no matter how painful it might be.

As we walked, I couldn't help but feel a mix of nerves and curiosity gnawing at me. "Do you know anyone here?" I asked, breaking the silence.

He glanced at me, his expression guarded. "Yes, my friend owns this hospital."

"Oh." I'm well aware that he's well off, but I have no idea to what extent.

As we approached the hospital, I couldn't shake the feeling of apprehension that settled in the pit of my stomach.

Inside, the hospital bustled with activity, with the sounds of footsteps and hushed voices echoing off the walls. We made our way to the reception desk, where a nurse greeted us with a warm smile.

"Can I help you?" she asked, her tone gentle.

"We're here for a DNA test," he explained, his voice steady despite the tension in the air.

The nurse nodded, pulling up some paperwork on her computer. "Just fill out these forms, and we'll get started right away."

As I filled out the paperwork, I couldn't help but feel a surge of anxiety wash over me. I don't even know what name to fill in. In the end, I chose to write the name I'm more familiar with. Dylan.

With a deep breath, I forced myself to focus on the task at hand, pushing aside the doubts and fears that threatened to overwhelm me. No matter what the outcome, I knew that facing the truth was the only way forward. Once the paperwork was completed, the nurse led us to a small examination room where the DNA test would be conducted.

"I'll need to take a swab from the inside of your cheeks," she explained, holding out a sterile cotton swab.

I nodded, steeling myself for the procedure. "Okay, let's do it," I said, trying to sound confident despite the nervous flutter in my stomach.

As the nurse approached me with the swab, I couldn't help but feel a surge of apprehension. What if the results didn't turn out as I expected? What if they shattered everything I thought I knew about myself?

I forced myself to push aside the doubts and fears, focusing instead on the task at hand. Closing my eyes, I leaned forward, allowing the nurse to gently swab the inside of my cheek.

"There, all done," she said with a reassuring smile, placing the swab into a sterile container.

Once the samples were collected, the nurse sealed the containers and prepared to send them off to the lab for analysis.

"It will take a few days to get the results," she explained. "In the meantime, try not to worry too much. Sometimes, waiting is the hardest part."

I nodded, trying to take comfort in her words. But as we left the hospital, the weight of the unknown hung heavy in the air, casting a shadow over our hopes for clarity and resolution.

"So, what now?" I asked him when we'd finally be back in his car.

"I'll follow your lead, Blaire. It's up to you," he replied. But before I could even answer, he quickly added. "Just don't ask me to bring you back to that asshole."

"I wasn't planning to," I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper as I wrestled with the conflicting emotions swirling within me. "But I don't even know where to begin. I have nothing."

He reached over and gently squeezed my hand, his touch a silent reassurance amidst the turmoil. "You have me. I'll stay with you until we finally figure out the truth," he said, his tone steady and unwavering.

As we drove in silence, the weight of our decisions hung heavy in the air, a palpable reminder of the uncertainty that lay ahead. With each passing moment, the road stretched out before us like an endless ribbon of possibility, beckoning us towards an uncertain future.

I felt a twinge of surprise when he parked his car in front of a towering building. Glancing at him with confusion, I tried to piece together the reason for our unexpected stop.

Sensing my bewilderment, he addressed the unspoken question lingering in my eyes. "This is my penthouse. I know you're in need of a place to stay, and I thought you might want to stay here temporarily. Only if you're comfortable with it," he explained.

I mulled over his offer, uncertain whether it was the right decision. He must have noticed my hesitation, as he quickly reassured me.

"I won't be staying here with you if that's what you're worried about," he assured with a chuckle. "I have my own place, and this is just one of my properties. Feel free to use it as long as you need."

"Thank you," I said, gratitude swelling within me for his generosity.

He smiled warmly, his eyes reflecting genuine concern. "You're welcome, Blaire. Just make yourself at home. If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask."

As we stepped out of the car and made our way towards the building, I couldn't shake the feeling of uncertainty that lingered within me. Despite his kindness, I couldn't ignore the nagging doubts that whispered in the back of my mind.

Once inside the penthouse, I was greeted by a luxurious space adorned with modern furnishings and sleek decor. It was a stark contrast to the humble abode I had grown accustomed to, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the opulence surrounding me. "Wow, this place is incredible," I remarked, unable to hide my awe.

He chuckled, a hint of pride in his voice. "Glad you like it. Feel free to explore. I'll be in the kitchen if you need anything."

As he disappeared into the adjoining room, I took a moment to soak in my surroundings. Despite the lavishness of the penthouse, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that gnawed at my insides.

Was I making the right decision by accepting his offer of shelter? Only time will tell. But for now, I would have to make the best of the situation and try to unravel the mysteries that lay ahead.

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