Chapter 90

Chapter 90

BLAIRE

“We should leave,” the man who introduced himself as Sebastian said

before grabbing my hand. But before he could even pull me toward the

door, I immediately snatched my hand back.

“Not too fast, mister,” I said.

“What do you mean?”

He looked at me with a frown, as if he were confused by my action. Is

he really expecting me to come with him just because he showed me a

picture of us? I may have lost my memories, but I didn’t become

stupid.

“I'm not coming with you.” I responded. “...yet."

“I don’t understand. Was our photo not enough? If you want me to

show you more evidence, I'll give it to you. All you need to do is come

with me,” he insisted.

I held up my hand, stopping him in his tracks. “Look, Sebastian, I

appreciate you showing me the photo, but it's not that simple. You see,

you're not the first to introduce yourself as my husband. Though you

had an advantage by showing me proof, those pictures could be edited

or something. It wasn't enough.”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “I understand.

But time is of the essence, Blaire. There are people out there who are

after you, and I can’t guarantee your safety if we stay here.”

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His words sent a shiver down my spine, but I refused to let fear cloud

my judgment. “I need more than “just a photo to trust you, Sebastian. I

need answers. And until I get them, I'm not going anywhere with

you.”

He looked defeated, but there was a glimmer of determination in his

eyes. “Fine, I'll tell you everything. But not here. We need to go

somewhere safe.”

I hesitated, weighing my options. Despite my doubts, there was a part

of me that wanted to believe him and trust that he had my best

interests at heart. But I couldn't ignore the nagging feeling of unease

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“Okay.” I finally relented. “But on one condition: It has to be on my

terms.”

He nodded solemnly, his expression grave. “Agreed. Let's go."

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“Wait, Dylan! Are you sure about this? You don't know anything about

this man. Maybe we should go and ask Grant first. You should listen to

his explanation,” Steve interrupted.

It almost slipped my mind about Grant. Steve has made an excellent

point, and I don't have any idea why I was willing to trust this man in

front of me more than the man who has been taking care of me for the

last six months.

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Steve's words rang in my head, cutting through the fog of confusion

that clouded my mind. He was right -I didn’t really know this guy who

claimed to be my husband. Despite feeling a hint of recognition around

him, doubts still gnawed at me.

Grant had been there for me since I lost my memory, a steady

presence through all the ups and downs. How could I even think of

ditching him so quickly for someone I barely knew?

I felt a wave of shame wash over me as I realized the mistake I almost

made. How could I have even considered trusting a stranger over

Grant, who had been by my side through everything?

Steve's words reminded me of Grant's importance in my life. I needed

to hear his side of the story before jumping to any conclusions.

“You're right, Steve,” I admitted, feeling the weight of my mistake. “I

need to talk to Grant first.” I turned to Sebastian to let him know about

my plan. “I can’t come with you. I need to talk to my husband first.”

His eyes narrowed, sending a chill down my spine. He gazed at me

with such intensity that it felt as though he could see straight into my

soul.

“Whoever this Grant is that you keep mentioning, he's not your

husband. I don't know why he’s pretending to be, but there’s no way it

could be true,” he asserted.

“Why should I believe you over him?” I countered, my voice tinged

with skepticism.

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“Think about it. He hasn't given you any proof of his identity, has he?

Yet, here I am, offering you evidence in the form of a simple

photograph of us together. It shouldn't be that difficult for him to provide

similar evidence, unless there's a reason why he can't,” he reasoned.

His words hung in the air, heavy with accusation and suspicion. I could

feel the weight of his gaze bearing down on me, his eyes like daggers

piercing through my facade.

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I struggled to find a response, my mind a whirlwind of uncertainty and

doubt. Grant's claim had seemed so convincing and genuine, and yet

here was this stranger insisting otherwise.

“But... I don't understand,” I stammered, my voice trembling with

uncertainty. “Grant has been with me through everything. He's been

there for me when I needed him the most.”

His expression has become darker. It's obvious that he doesn't like that

I'm taking Grant's side over him. But behind that dark and gloomy

expression was the sadness in his eyes. It was as if he had lost his

way.

I felt a knot form in the pit of my stomach as his words sank in. Could it

be possible? Could Grant really have been deceiving me all this time?

Before I could dwell on the thought any longer, Sebastian reached into

his pocket and pulled out the same photograph that he had shown me

a while ago.

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“This is us, Blaire,” he murmured, his voice filled with emotion. “If this

isn’t convincing, then I believe our son will be all the proof you need.”

“We... we have a son?” I stammered, my eyes widening in

astonishment.

“Yes, his name is Blaze,” he replied, a hint of sadness tinging his voice.

“He’s six years old now. And he had been asking for you since you

went missing.”

I tried to process this newfound information, but it felt like my mind was

struggling to grasp the enormity of it all. A son? It was like trying to

piece together a puzzle with missing pieces.

“I... I don’t remember any of this,” I admitted, my voice barely above a

whisper.

He reached out, his hand trembling slightly as he gently clasped mine.

“It's okay, Blaire. We'll figure this out together. I promise.”

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“Blaire...” I uttered. He has been calling me that name. “Is that my real

name?"

“Yes,” he answered.

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Just as I opened my mouth to respond, a familiar voice echoed from

outside, cutting through the tense

atmosphere of the room.

“Dylan!”

“That's Grant,” Steve stated.

Steve's words confirmed my suspicions. It was Grant.

My heart raced as I hurried to the window, my hands trembling with

anticipation. What would Grant say when he saw me with this stranger

claiming to be my husband? And more importantly, what would I do?

“What are we going to do, Dylan?” Steve asked.

I let out a loud sigh. “At least he saved me a trip,” I commented. There's

no other option right now but to talk to him.

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