Chapter 33

Chapter 33

BLAIRE

As expected, Sebastian didn't sleep in our room last night. It wouldn't

take a genius to figure out where he spent the night. I woke up next to a

cold, empty bed. I looked at the wall clock to check the time. It's seven

in the morning. I'm not sure what time I went to sleep last night. My

b*dy is aching, and my head is heavy. I feel like I only had two hours of

sleep.

Despite the heaviness that I'm feeling right now, I forced myself to get

up. I've been thinking a lot since last night, and I came to the decision

that I'll start claiming what is. rightfully mine. For the last week that

Sebastian and I spent together, I know that I already managed to carve

a place for me in his heart. It may not be as deep as what he and

Catherine shared, but I firmly believe that I can convince him to choose

me.

Regardless of whether Catherine needs our help or not, I will not allow

her to take my husband away from me. I am still his wife, and I should

start acting like one.

I get up from the bed and go straight to my bathroom. I clean up, wash

my face, and brush my teeth. It's probably because I brushed my

tongue so much that I gagged. Ifeel like I'm about to throw up, but I'm

glad it didn’t happen. I quickly rinse my mouth with water before drying

it up with a towel. Once I'm done, I immediately leave the bathroom and

go to the closet.

I changed into a comfortable dress, then tied my hair up. I looked at my

reflection one. last time. Once I'm satisfied, I go outside to find

Sebastian. I already have an idea where he stayed last night, so that's

where I am going.

Just when I was about to knock on Catherine's door, it suddenly

opened, revealing Catherine on the other side of the door. She was

wearing a wicked smirk upon greeting me. She quickly went out of the

room and closed the door behind her.

“What are you doing here, Blaire?” she asked.

“Am I not allowed to visit any room inside my house?” I deliberately put

stress on my words to remind her that this house is mine.

“Of course you are, dear. But I'm not sure why you are visiting my

room.”

“Don’t be coy, Catherine. We both know the reason why I am here,” I

told her frankly. “Where's my husband?”

“I don’t understand what you mean by that, Blaire,” she said.

I arched my eyebrow, not believing a single word she uttered. She's

denying it, but I can. see in her eyes how she gloats that my husband

stayed with her last night.

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“Stop acting so innocent, Catherine. You're far from that. Don't forget

that you're standing inside my house. Now, know your place and tell me

where the fck is my husband!” I yelled at her. My breathing was heavy

once I'd finished saying what I wanted to say.

“What's going on there?”

Catherine and I turned in the same direction at once when we heard

Sebastian's voice. I shove Catherine on the side so I can open the door

and talk to Sebastian. Sebastian was already standing on the other

side of the room when I opened the door. I was just about to open

Mouth when I noticed Sebastian's eyes widen in shock. I was so

confused

that I had no idea what happened next.

“Catherine!” Sebastian shouted. He shoved me to the side and

immediately went to Catherine. I winced in pain when my back hit the

wall.

By then, I still had no idea what caused him to react that way-not until I

saw Catherine lying on the floor. I arched my eyebrow as I tried to

remind her if I had pushed her too hard for her to fall to the floor easily.

“What happened here?” Sebastian looked at me with accusing eyes.

I was about to explain myself when Catherine interrupted. “It's my fault,

Sebastian. She was asking me about you, and I'm trying not to hurt her

feelings. I know she wouldn't like it if I told her that you slept in my room

last night. So, I didn’t tell her the truth. I'm sure she didn’t mean to push

me.”

“What the hell is wrong with you, Blaire? You know, Catherine just got

out of the hospital. I was just trying to help her!” Sebastian yelled at me.

“That is not what happened! I didn't even push her that hard,” I denied.

“That hard? Does that mean you really pushed her?” Sebastian asked.

“I was just trying to push her to the side so I could open the door. It

wasn't that hard!” I insisted.

“Yeah, so you're telling me Catherine just laid here on purpose?”

“Possibly! Who knows what she’s capable of? She lied about you and

her having a child. It's possible that she’s lying about her sickness as

well.”

“Quit this nonsense! Are you out of your mind, Blaire? What are you

talking about? What child?”

“I left because Catherine said she’s pregnant with your child. That's the

reason I left, Sebastian. Can't you see? She's doing it again. She's

trying to break us up by painting me

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as the bad guy. She's doing it to herself!”

Sebastian stared at me for what felt like forever. I was holding my

breath while waiting for his response.

“Stop making up stories, Blaire. Catherine already warned me about

this, but I

defended you and told her you wouldn't do that. But here we are; you're

doing exactly what she said.”

The shock of Sebastian's stern words reverberated through me, and

disbelief clung to my every thought. Catherine's influence seemed to

have worked swiftly, like a spell cast in the shadows of the night.

Desperation fueled my plea as I tried to reach Sebastian and break free

from the manipulative grasp that had taken hold.

“Wait, Sebastian! You have to believe me!" My voice carried the

urgency of a truth I feared was slipping away, entangled in the web

Catherine had skillfully woven.

“That's enough, Blaire! If you try to lay a hand on Catherine again, I

don't know what I will do to you.” Sebastian's warning cut through the

night air, a chilling declaration that left me frozen in place.

He guided Catherine into her room, shutting the door with a resounding

finality. The corridor stretched out before me, an empty expanse

echoing the hollowness of my attempts to salvage what remained of

our connection.

“Sebastian, we need to talk. I attempted to plead, my words trailing off

as the door slammed shut, severing any chance of a conversation. The

coldness of the wood against. my outstretched hand mirrored the

emotional barrier that had now firmly settled. between us.

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