Chapter 39

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. comer 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.

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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.” .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.

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“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.”

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