Trapped with My Billionaire Ex-Husband

Chapter 39 BLAIRE Alexander insisted on bringing me home despite my persistent refusal to accept his offer. He seems to be worried that I might lose consciousness again. As we approached my house, I couldn’t shake the mixed emotions swirling within me. Alexander’s presence provided a sense of comfort, yet the looming uncertainties of my fractured marriage cast a shadow over the moment. Alexander immediately went out of the car and ran across the other side so he could open the car door for me. He offered his hand as he held the car door. I smiled as I accepted his hand. “Thank you for bringing me home, Alexander,” I said, my voice carrying a blend of gratitude and fatigue as we both stood outside his car. He offered a reassuring smile. “It’s the least I can do. Take care of yourself, Blaire. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to reach out.” “Thank you,” I repeated, appreciating his genuine concern. I could offer him some refreshment inside, but I don’t think it’s a good idea, given my current struggle with my marriage. As he drove away, I stood alone at the doorstep, facing the threshold of my home with a heart heavy with unanswered questions.

The house was awfully quiet as I stepped inside. They were probably busy with their daily activities. Despite having enough rest in the hospital, my b*dy was still feeling tired, so I decided to go straight to my room. I haven’t heard anything from Sebastian. since last night. My battery died last night, and I haven’t had a chance to charge it. I was startled when I heard that familiar, deep baritone voice coming from the dark. corner of the room. “I’ve been calling you since last night,” he said with a cold voice. My heart ski p ped a beat as Sebastian’s voice cut through the silence. I turned to face him, his figure emerging from the shadows. The tension in the room was palpable, and I could sense the weight of

unspoken words hanging in the air. “My phone died,” I explained briefly, my voice betraying a mix of exhaustion and frustration. I’ve been contemplating since I got out of the hospital whether I should tell Sebastian about our child or not. Until now, I haven’t made a decision. I firmly believe that this isn’t the right time for me to tell him. 13 Chapter 39 Sebastian’s gaze bore into mine, his expression unreadable. “Where were you? What happened?” he asked. His cold and distant tone remains. 1 hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. “I needed some time to think,” I vaguely answered. Telling him about me spending the night at the hospital was a giveaway. I didn’t want to give him any hint of my condition. His jaw clenched, and a flicker of something unreadable passed across his eyes. “Did you enjoy warming his bed?” he asked with a hint of mockery. “Alex wasn’t the type of man who would do such a thing. I needed some space to breathe and some time alone.” I.defended him, which he clearly didn’t appreciate. His eyes bore into mine, searching for any sign of deceit. “Time alone with another man? That’s convenient, Blaire.” I winced at the accusation, the sharpness of his words cutting through the air. “I don’t think you’re in the best position to accuse me of those things, Sebastian. Aren’t you the one who can’t get his hand off my stepsister?” I answered with the same intensity. I don’t appreciate his line of questioning. He doesn’t have any right to question me like that when he’s the one who has been spending more time with his ex than his wife. Sebastian scoffed with a bitter edge to his laughter. “So, what? You’re doing this to get even? Did you sleep with him to get back at me?” he shouted. That’s when I noticed the glass of scotch in his hand. His eyes were a little bit lazy. He has probably been drinking for quite a while now for him to act this way. I sighed, the exhaustion of the past events weighing heavily on me. “There’s no point in talking to you

when you’re this drunk. Get some sleep. We’ll talk when you’re sober, I told him, dismissing our argument. I turned my back on him to go to the bathroom to freshen up. I hadn’t been able to take a few more steps when he suddenly grabbed my arm and pushed me hard on the bed. He quickly crawled on the bed until he ended up on top of me. Sebastian’s grip tightened on both of my shoulders as he imprisoned me in between his hands, his actions fueled by a volatile mix of anger and frustration. His eyes bore into mine with intensity. My hand is automatically wrapped around my belly to protect my unborn child. The man in front of me is totally different from the man I used to love. I suddenly found myself fearing for my life and the little one inside me. “You don’t get to turn your back on me when I’m not done talking to you,” he demanded, his voice low and menacing. I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. “Sebastian, please, you’re not in the right state of mind. Let go of me, and we can talk when you’re sober,” I urged, my words. laced with a plea for reason. 24 “Did you enjoy his k*sses? Are you craving his touch?” he whispered in between his gritted teeth. His eyes were burning in a rage that I hadn’t seen before. I was about to defend myself from his baseless accusation when he suddenly sealed my lips with a fervent k*ss, silencing whatever explanation I was about to give. The suddenness of the k*ss took me by surprise, and I struggled against his grip, attempting to break free. The taste of alcohol lingered on his lips, and the desperation in the k*ss spoke volumes about the chaos within him. I gathered all my strength to push him away, but he didn’t give me a chance to get away from his grasp. Instead, he even deepened the k*ss with a mixture of pure passion and LVST. “I will remove every trace of his touch from your b*dy, leaving only the memories of me behind.” 3/3 12 Mon,NôvelDrama.Org (C) content.