Chapter 92

Chapter 92

BLAIRE

Grant seemed compelled to provide the proof he had previously kept

hidden once Sebastian entered

the picture. It seemed like Grant sensed that Sebastian's words held

more truth in this moment.

As I thought it over, my doubts began to take shape. Whenever I'm with

Grant, I feel distant, like we're strangers. But with Sebastian, it's

different, I felt a strong connection, like electricity running through

me, when he looked at me. It's like he could see right into my soul.

We decided to go back to the city where Grant claims we used to live

before the accident. But he hasn't

explained how we ended up on that small island after the incident.

Sebastian offered his boat for us to take to the city.

“No, we're good. I already asked a friend of mine to pick us up,” Grant

replied.

“Why wait when you're generously offering a ride? Unless you are

trying to buy some time?” Sebastian

taunted.

Grant's jaw clenched visibly, a silent testament to the escalating tension

between him and Sebastian. Sensing the impending clash, I swiftly

intervened to diffuse the mounting hostility.

“I think we should accept Sebastian's offer. There's no reason for us to

delay any longer,” I suggested,

hoping to steer the conversation in a more constructive direction.

Grant remained silent, his disapproval palpable in the air. It was evident

that my alignment with

Sebastian's proposal did not sit well with him, adding another layer of

complexity to the already fraught

situation.

Grant's gaze softened slightly as he looked at me, but the tension in his

demeanor remained palpable.

“Fine,” he relented, his voice tight with restrained frustration. “But don’t

expect me to trust him.” With a

heavy sigh, Grant turned to me. “Let's get this over with,” he muttered,

leading the way towards

Sebastian's boat.

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As we climbed into the boat, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that

settled in the pit of my stomach.

Whatever revelations awaited us, I knew that our lives were about to

change in ways we couldn't yet

comprehend.

As the boat rocked gently on the waves, I couldn't shake the feeling of

unease gnawing at the pit of my

stomach. Grant's silence only added to the tension between us, casting

a shadow of doubt over his

every word.

The gentle lull of the waves provided a soothing backdrop as we sailed

further away from the shore,

enveloped in a heavy silence. Despite the vast expanse of the ocean

surrounding us, the tension

onboard felt palpable, like a thick fog obscuring the horizon.

My gaze wandered aimlessly over the water, lost in thought, when

movement from the corner of my eye

caught my attention. Grant, standing at the bow of the boat, had pulled

out a cellphone and was

engaged in a hushed conversation.

A furrow formed between my brows as I watched him, a pang of

unease tugging at my gut. How could

he have kept something as significant as a phone hidden from me? It

seemed like a deliberate omission,

casting doubt on his motives and adding another layer of suspicion to

our already difficult situation.

My suspicion grows bigger when he abruptly ends the call when he

notices me watching him. To satisfy

my curiosity, I approached him to ask him about it.

“I didn’t know you had a phone with you,” I said, curious.

“I just didn’t think it was important to tell you,” he replied vaguely.

His answer didn't sit right with me. It felt like he was hiding something.

Despite his attempt to brush it

off, I couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to the story.

As we sailed towards the city, the tension between us grew. It was like

there was a barrier between

Grant and me, separating us further with each passing moment. I

couldn't help but wonder what other

secrets he was keeping from me. And with every wave that crashed

against the boat, I felt a sense of

unease settle in the pit of my stomach, knowing that the journey ahead

would be filled with uncertainty

and revelations.

As soon as Grant stepped away, it made me more suspicious. It

seemed like he was dodging our

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conversation deliberately.

After Grant left, Sebastian appeared on the deck.

Sebastian approached me cautiously, his expression somber yet

determined. “We need to talk,” he said, his voice tinged with urgency.

I nodded in agreement, gesturing for Sebastian to follow me to a

quieter spot on the deck where we

could speak without interruption. As we settled into a secluded corner, I

couldn't shake the feeling of anticipation that hung in the air like a thick

fog. Whatever Sebastian had to say, I knew it would only add

another layer to the tangled web of secrets and lies that surrounded

me.

Sebastian's eyes held a mix of concern and determination as he spoke,

his words careful and serious.

“I've been searching for you for months,” he said. “Ever since you

vanished without a trace.”

My heart skipped a beat as I listened to his words. “It's Blaire that

you're talking about, right?” I echoed, feeling a knot form in my

stomach.

Sebastian frowned. “You are Blaire.”

Before I could respond, a loud noise interrupted our conversation,

drawing our attention to the person behind us. It was Grant, his

expression dark and stormy as he approached us with purpose in his

stride.

“I don’t appreciate you talking to my wife,” he said.

“She's not your wife, Grant,” Sebastian insisted. “Between us, I was the

one who already provided evidence for my claim, thus giving me an

advantage. If there’s anybody here who hasn't even given a slight proof

of his claim, it's you. So, between you and me, I think you're the one

who shouldn't be talking to my wife,” Sebastian said before grabbing

my waist and pulling me closer to his side.

Sebastian's sudden grip on my arm caught me off guard, his touch

sending a jolt of electricity coursing through my veins. It was as if a

surge of energy had been unleashed, sparking a cascade of sensations

that left me reeling.

But what truly shocked me was the wave of memories that crashed

over me in that instant. Images flashed before my mind's eye like

fragments of a forgotten dream, each one carrying with it a sense of

familiarity that left me breathless.

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I winced as a sharp pang of pain shot through my head, the intensity of

the memories threatening to overwhelm me. Faces, places, and

moments long buried in the recesses of my mind resurfaced with

startling clarity, leaving me grappling to make sense of it all.

As the rush of memories subsided, I found myself trembling, my hands

shaking as I struggled to steady myself against the onslaught of

emotions. Among those memories, one image of a faceless man stood

out. I turned to Sebastian, figuring out whether he’s the man that was in

my memory. But the memories were too vague for me to be sure.

“What's wrong?” Grant asked, his voice tinged with concern as he

reached out to steady me.

I shook my head, trying to shake off the overwhelming sensation. “I... I

don't know,” I murmured, struggling to clear my head.

“Are you okay?" Sebastian asked worriedly. “Maybe you need to rest,”

he suggested, his voice soothing. “It's been a long day.”

I nodded weakly, grateful for the suggestion. The events of the day had

left me feeling drained, both physically and emotionally. Perhaps a

moment of respite would provide some clarity amidst the chaos swirling

within me. “I'll escort you to your cabin,” he offered, his voice gentle yet

determined.

“Thank you,” I murmured, offering him a grateful smile as I allowed him

to lead me away from the deck, leaving Grant behind with his questions

and concerns.

AIA

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