Chapter 62

Chapter 62

BLAIRE

We were completely silent as we started eating dinner. I was in awe

upon seeing this arrangement from afar. But I was more amazed upon

seeing it upfront. Petals of flowers were sc atte red on the sand, while

the table was surrounded by small candles placed on the ground as

well. The whole set-up was definitely romantic.

But I still can't stop thinking, Why is he making all these efforts when

what's going on between us is clearly transactional? If not for what

happened in the past, I'll assume that he wanted to win me back.

Is he?

No matter how much I wanted to get all the answers I needed, I'm

afraid to hear the truth. These past few days have been tough, for they

brought out all the unwanted feelings that I've been hiding inside me.

Despite my attempt to deny what I truly feel, all my attempts will come

crushing down on me the moment I lay my eyes on him. He's my

weakness, my Achilles heel.

Even though I haven't eaten anything since this morning, sitting across

from Sebastian makes my food hard to swallow.

“You don't like the food?” he asked. He probably noticed that I was

barely touching my food.

“N-No. It's not like that. The food is delicious,” I answered.

“So, what? Can't stop thinking about your boyfriend after you talked to

him?” He said it with an evident coldness in his voice.

I'm getting weary of his constant accusations. I hoped to convey that

I'm no longer available, but broaching that subject always sours his

mood, inevitably spiraling into

anger.

I took a loud breath before deciding to clear it up with him. “I don't have

a boyfriend,” I casually admitted.

Without lifting my head, I noticed from my peripheral view that he was

stunned hearing what I said. He's probably not expecting that answer.

“The, who is—"

upon

“Cut it, Sebastian,” I declared, cutting him off. I felt a firmness in my

tone as I lifted my head, locking eyes with him. The air cra ckled with

charged intensity, a silent challenge between us as my gaze held

unwavering. “You don’t have the liberty to ask questions

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about my personal life. The same goes with me. I'm not going to ask

questions about you.”

He shrugged his shoulders. “You can ask me all you want,” he

responded.

I squinted my eyes, weighing whether he was telling the truth or not.

Will he really be able to answer my questions if I dare to ask?

“So, how are you and Catherine?" I asked bravely. I realized that no

matter what his answer is, it doesn't change the facts about what

happened in the past. And it will definitely not change the course of our

future.

“Eat. Your food is getting cold,” he said, evading the topic.

I scoff. As expected, Sebastian and his obsession with secrecy. I just

shook my head and decided not to press more on that matter. I'm not

really interested in knowing. I was just testing whether he’s telling the

truth or not. And obviously, he's lying.

“What?” he asked, frowning as if he had no idea what the problem was.

I sneered, “Nothing. Let's just eat.”

"Blaire—"

He called my name, trying to squeeze what's going on inside my head.

The moment I heard him utter my name, I snapped.

“What Sebastian?” I raised my voice.

He opened his mouth as if he were trying to say something, but nothing

came out of it. I watched him contemplate for a minute before he

decided to stay silent.

“I thought so,” I commented when he didn’t have the courage to

continue on with the topic.

The table was then surrounded by awkward silence. You can hear

nothing but the sound of our utensils scraping against each other. I

hadn't even finished half of when I decided to leave my table. I can't

stand this awkwardness anymore.

“I'm done,” I announce before I stand from

my chair.

“Blaire...” he uttered my name with conviction, as if it were a warning.

my food

But I didn’t bother looking back. I scoff, laughing at myself, as I

continue to walk back inside the house. I'm so st upid to think that this

setup will work without us cutting each other's throats. The only

agreement we had was when we were at the bed, entangled in each

other's arms.

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“Blaire, come back here!” I heard him shouting, but I ignored him. “Fck!”

I heard him curse before I finally got inside the house. When I turned to

close the glass door behind me, I saw him marching towards me with

glaring eyes.

I just roll my eyes and proceed to the guest room. I wasn’t planning on

sleeping in the same room as him tonight. I hadn't been in the guest

room for long when I heard Sebastian barge into the room.

“What is wrong with you, Blaire? Can't you see I'm trying?”

you, Sebatian.

I turned to him and looked at him in disbelief. “I can’t believe this!” I

exclaimed exasperatedly. “You're actually asking me, What's wrong?

Look around Everything is wrong.”

He was about to say something when his phone started ringing. It was

so loud that it was impossible for us to ignore it. He let out a loud sigh

before picking up his phone from his pocket. He took a deep breath

when he finally saw the name flashing on the screen. He looked at me

for a couple of minutes before he finally decided to answer the phone.

“Hello,” he greeted, but his eyes remained fixated on me. “I'm still

working. I need to go. I'll talk to you when I can,” he said.

I don’t need to be a genius to figure out who he was talking to on the

other line. It's definitely his wife. Our situation has become more and

more complicated as we continue to go along with these charades.

He blew out another sigh as he ended the call.

“Was it Catherine? She was probably looking for you, am I right?”

“Let’s not talk about him. Come, let's go back to our room,” he said

before trying to grab my hand.

Before his touch could land, I deftly withdrew my hand. “No, Sebastian.

We must discuss this. Does Catherine know about our arrangement?” I

inquired, though the answer dawned on me before he could respond.

"Of course! How foolish of me! She's unaware because no sane wife

would agree to such a deal.”

“You know nothing about what's going on between us, Blaire. So, stop

talking as if you know every detail of my life. You've been gone for

years!”

“And who's fault is that, Sebastian? Do I have to remind you that it was

you who chose to be with Catherine?”

“No. You're the one at fault here. We wouldn't be in this situation if you

didn't sleep with that man who you just met,” he said, grabbing me

tightly. His nails dug into my skin like

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D

I scoff, “You're so stu pid! I didn’t sleep with anyone but you, you

dumbas s!” I replied, sna tching my arm away from his grasp.

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He was caught off guard as the weight of realization crashed over him.

Doubts lingered in his eyes, but I could sense a flicker of understanding

dawning within. “I don't believe

“F*ck you, Sebastian. I don't care whether you believe me or not. I'm

way past that. I'm here for a different reason.” cut him off, my words

sharp and unyielding.

“Did you really not sleep with Alexander?” He stuttered, the question

hanging in the air like a fragile thread.

you

“You're such a dumbas s. Do you honestly believe that I would sleep

with a man I just met?” I retorted, my frustration simmering just beneath

the surface. “May I remind that I've been in love with you for so many

years, and not once did I try to sleep with another man while I was

married to you?"

The room fell into a charged silence, the truth lingering in the air as an

uncomfortable barrier between us. I took a deep breath, collecting my

thoughts, before continuing, “But that's beside the point, Sebastian.”

He attempted to speak, but I raised my hand, signaling for him to listen.

“I've endured the accusations and the sleepless nights wondering if our

marriage meant anything to you. But I'm not sure how trapping me on

this island would change any of that.”

His eyes flickered with a mixture of regret and realization, but pride still

fought to keep him from admitting defeat. “I messed up, I know.”

I sighed, the weight of our shared history pressing on me. “I'm glad to

know that at least you're aware of what you've done.”

He sank into a chair, his shoulders slumping with the weight of the

truth. “I never meant for it to come to this,” he admitted, a raw

vulnerability surfacing.

“I know,” I replied softly. “But knowing doesn’t change what happened

in the past.”

He stared at me intensely, trying to read my emotions. It felt like he was

searching for answers in my eyes, delving into our shared history.

Despite his probing gaze, I stood still, a silent participant in our

wordless exchange. His once warm eyes now held uncertainty, as if he

sought clarity through this intense look.

In the quiet moment, the room became a canvas for unspoken feelings.

I wondered if he could see the pain and resilience etched on my face,

signs of a love now broken. His persistent gaze seemed to beg for

clarity amid the emotional landscape.

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After what seemed like forever, he blew a loud sigh. “Three days,” he

said vaguely.

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I frowned, trying to comprehend what he meant by that. I raised my

eyebrows, waiting for him to explain it further. “You have to be more

specific than that, Sebastian.”

“I'll just need three days with you. Three days without arguing with me.

If you can do that, then I'll let you go. I'll never bother you again.”

I sneered, “You paid two million dollars just so you could spend a few

days with me?” I asked sarcastically. “Don’t expect me to give you a

refund because that money is long gone.” It was too late before I

realized that I've been spilling information more than I should. I looked

at him nervously, checking whether he noticed something.

“Don’t worry. I'm not going to ask for a refund. That money is yours. It

was less than the money you could have gotten if you accepted your

alimony.”

I was kind of relieved when it seemed like he wasn't questioning where

I spent all the money.

“Tss. So, you're basically telling me that I prostituted myself for my own

money?” I retorted, my words carrying a mix of defiance and frustration.

Sebastian's brows furrowed as he processed my words, and a moment

of charged silence hung between us. It was a risky choice of words,

one intended to provoke a reaction, to break through the walls that

guarded the truth.

“That's not what I meant, and you know it,” he replied, attempting to

defuse the growing

time with you.”

tension. “You needed money, and I need somet

I raised my eyebrow upon hearing his words. It makes me wonder if he

planned everything from the beginning. “The job that they offered to

me, do you have anything to do with it?"

He chuckled, a hint of amusement in his eyes. “To be perfectly honest, I

wanted to believe that it was pure coincidence. I had no idea that they

offered that position to you.”

A tinge of disappointment crept in upon realizing that our fateful reunion

might not have been orchestrated by him. The prospect that it was

mere chance, not a deliberate effort on his part, left a subtle ache in my

chest. However, a flicker of relief accompanied the disappointment. If

he had actively sought me out, the truth about Blaze and my life would

have inevitably surfaced.

“I see,” I replied, a carefully crafted veil concealing the complexity of my

emotions. “Three days. Then you'll never seek me again. Is that it?"

Sebastian's expression softened, a subtle acknowledgment of the

weight of my words.

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“Yes. That's all I'm asking for. And after that, if you still think that I

should stop bothering you, then I'll let you be.”

His sincerity reverberated in the air, and I found myself staring at him

for a moment, caught in the balance between past grievances and the

possibility of a newfound understanding. Contemplating whether to trust

his words became a delicate dance within my thoughts.

After a pregnant pause, I finally spoke, the weight of my decision

evident in my words. “Fine. Let's do that.”

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