Chapter 94

Chapter 94

BLAIRE

"I think we're done here.”

It was Grant's voice that made me recover from shock. I should feel

relieved that I already confirmed that Grant is my husband, yet I feel

the opposite. I'm not sure why I feel disappointed knowing that I'm not

Sebastian's wife.

I tried my best to hide my disappointment. I should feel ashamed of

myself for feeling this way. It's unfair to Grant that I was having these

kinds of thoughts right after he proved to us that he is indeed my

husband. I subtly shook my head to get rid of these unwanted

thoughts.

I was expecting Sebastian to finally let go of his claim. But it took me by

surprise when I heard the words that were coming out of his mouth.

“I don't think so. These prove nothing but your ability to manipulate

things. These pictures could have been photoshopped,” Sebastian

said.

Though he made an excellent point, this will only backfire with his

claims since he has no other proof but the photo in his wallet. It seems

like Grant and I had the same thing in mind.

“That goes to you as well, Sebastian. I've shown Dylan a lot of photos,

yet you only showed one piece of evidence. Would you like me to show

you our marriage certificate?” Granted taunted.

“There's no need for that, for it may be as fake as these photos in your

house. To settle this argument, I propose a DNA test. Only then will I

accept that she's not my wife,” Sebastian argued.

As I watched how confident Sebastian was while asking for a DNA test,

my suspicion arose once again. There could have been a reason for

him to be this confident.

I turned in Grant's direction, and I couldn't help but notice how his jaw

clenched in annoyance. It seems like he was not fond of Sebastian's

persistence. He's probably expecting Sebastian to stop right after he

shows his proof.

“I don't think so. We are not obligated to prove anything to you. Now,

leave while I am still asking nicely. You are on my property. It's legal for

me to shoot you if you refuse to leave,” Grant insisted.

I immediately fear for Sebastian's life. I'm not sure whether he really

owns a gun or not, but thinking something might happen to him makes

my heart break.

Sebastian was about to respond when I decided to meddle in between.

“I think you should leave,” I interrupted.

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Both of them looked surprised when they looked at me; it was as if

that's the last thing they expected to hear from me.

“Blaire...” Sebastian uttered that familiar name, but I'm not the woman

he thinks I am.

“I'm not Blaire. I don’t see the need for an unnecessary test. I do wish

that you found the woman that you were looking for. But I'm afraid she's

not here. So please, you can leave

now.”

I was holding my breath as I uttered those words. I can't understand

why my heart aches while asking him to leave. This isn’t exactly what I

expected to feel the moment Grant proved himself. I can still feel that

something is wrong here, but all of that was nothing but a hunch.

I gulped when I saw the pain in his eyes as he looked at me. I saw him

clench his fist, trying to control himself. I thought he was going to make

another scene, but he didn't.

“No, you're wrong. This is far from over. I won't stop here until I get that

DNA test,” he said before leaving one final glare towards Grant as if he

were giving him a warning. After that, he proceeds to leave the house.

“That crazy man doesn't know when to stop,” Grant commented with a

smirk on his face. “Come, we still have time to go back to the island

before the sun sets,” he said, which caught me by surprise.

“We're going back?” I asked in confusion.

“Of course, I only agreed to go here because I want to get rid of that

bastard. And now that I already did, there's no reason for us to stay

here,” he said.

I frowned as my confusion grew. “What do you mean? Isn't it a better

idea that I stay here since I used to live here? It might jog some of my

memory.”

“There's no need for you to do that here. The island suited you more.

It's refreshing and relaxing. You'll I well much faster when you're s,nded

by beautiful scenery, such as the beach.”

“But I've been staying there for more than six months, Grant. Yet not a

single memory of my past has come back. I think it's about time for us

to try a different approach,” I insisted.

“Dylan, stop being stubborn and do as I say. I'm running out of patience

here,” he said as his eyes darkened.

For the first time that I've been living with Grant, I felt scared and

unsafe. I've never seen this part of him, not until now. I automatically

took a step back, which caught him off guard. He probably saw the fear

in my eyes as his face immediately lightened up.

He brushed his fingers along his hair and blew a loud sigh. He closed

his eyes and pursed his lips before taking a deep breath. When he

opened his eyes, he went back to his usual calm self, Somehow, it

makes me wonder which one is the real Grant.

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“Fine. We'll stay here for a week and see if there are changes in your

condition. If nothing happens, we'll go back to the island as we

planned. Do we have a deal?”

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“Y—yes,” I answered as my heart was filled with excitement. I was

hoping that by staying here, I could finally get my memory back.

“Where's my room?” I asked.

“It's upstairs. Follow me," he said before walking towards the stairs.

I followed him silently as I tried to familiarize myself with the house. I

tried to picture myself living in this house, but I don't feel any familiarity

around this place. It was as if it were the first time that I stepped foot in

this house.

Grant opened the first door near the staircase. I walked inside the room

and scanned my eyes around the place. I tried to remember even a bit

of memory about this place, but I couldn't remember any. And unlike

the living room, there isn't a single picture of us in here. It was as if all

the traces of our so—called relationship were only displayed in the

lobby.

“Stop it, Dylan,” said the little voice inside my head. It's unfair to Grant if

I continue suspecting him when he has been nothing but good to me.

He has been patient throughout the times that I can’t remember

anything. Though I'm still not uncomfortable sharing a tight space like

this with him, .

“You can freshen up first if you want to,” he offered.

With my eagerness to find a solace place for me, I opted to accept his

offer. “Thank you. Where's my closet?” I asked. I wanted to get some

new clothes, as I'm not comfortable wearing my dirty clothes after a

shower.

Grant looks around as if he isn’t familiar with the place as well. He

looked around, trying to find where the closet was. After a few minutes,

he then walks towards a drawer, which I assume is the dresser.

“Here,” he said as he opened the top drawer. I was stunned and quickly

closed it, as if he saw a ghost.

Curious about what had caught his eye, I quickened my pace to join

him, eager to see for myself. “What's going on?" I asked, stretching my

neck to see what he was looking at. To my surprise, there was nothing

there. I gave him a puzzled look, wondering what he was up to.

“It looks like the cleaning staff moved our stuff while we were out,” he

explained, sounding a bit annoyed. “There's a bathrobe in the

bathroom. You can use that while I find your clothes,” he suggested,

already making his way to the door before I could say anything.

I watched him go, a mix of confusion and gratitude swirling within me.

With a shrug, I turned towards the bathroom. As I stepped into the

bathroom, the scent of cleanliness enveloped me, momentarily

soothing my frazzled nerves.

I quickly slipped into the shower to freshen up. After a few minutes, I

grabbed the towel to dry myself.

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Finding the bathrobe hanging on the back of the door, I quickly slipped

it on, relishing the softness against my skin. It offered a comforting

embrace, a temporary respite from the uncertainty of the situation. As I

tied the belt around my waist, I couldn't help but marvel at the

unexpected turn of events.

Emerging from the bathroom, I found him putting the clothes on top of

the bed. “Here,” he said, holding out a neatly folded pile of clothes. “I

managed to find some of your things. It's not much, but hopefully it'll do

for now.”

An awkward smile tugged at the corners of my lips. “Thank you,” I said

as I tightened my grip against the knot of my bathrobe. I wasn't

expecting him to be here, so I felt quite

uncomfortable with his presence while I was wearing nothing but a

bathrobe. “Could I have a moment, please? I just need to put my

clothes on.”

“I'm your husband. I think it's time for you to get used to my presence.

Besides, we already shared a bed. There's nothing to hide that I

haven't seen before,” he replied.

I was caught off guard by his answer. These past few months, Grant

has been nothing but considerate. Not even once did he try to force

himself on me. But right now, his aura is different. There's a darkness

lurking around hi that I never noticed before.

“I know that you're my husband. But I have no memory of that as of

now. For me, you're a stranger, just like Sebastian.”

I had no clue what possessed me to utter Sebastian's name. In the split

second after it left my lips, I realized my mistake, but it was too late to

retract it. I watched in horror as his expression morphed before my

eyes. It was as if a switch had been flipped, transforming him from a

calm demeanor to a predatory gaze, akin to a wolf eyeing its prey. The

intensity in his eyes sent a shiver down my spine, and I knew in that

moment that mentioning Sebastian's moment that mentioning

Sebastian's name had opened a door to a darker side of him that I had

never seen before.

I gulped in fear, but I tried to remain calm. I pretended I wasn't bothered

by his sudden change of demeanor. I'm still hopeful that Grant will

remain the same as he was when we were on the island. But all my

hopes were going down the drain when he started to take the distance

between us.

I immediately took a step back, but unlike before, my fear didn’t bother

him at all. He looked determined to claim what was his.

My eyes widen in fear when he grabs both of my arms and grips them

tightly.

“G-Grant, you're hurting me,” I uttered.

“I've been patient with you, Dylan,” he uttered with strained patience.

“I've tried to understand your situation, but I've reached my limit.

Tonight, I'm claiming what's rightfully mine,” he declared before leaning

in to kiss me.

Instinctively, I turned my face away, dodging his advances, much to his

displeasure. His frustration escalated, evident in his aggressive

demeanor as he forcefully pushed me, causing

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me to tumble onto the bed.

As I landed on the bed, a surge of fear and adrenaline coursed through

me. His sudden shift in demeanor caught me off guard, and I

scrambled to regain my composure as I backed away, my heart racing

with apprehension.

He advanced towards me with determined strides, his eyes ablaze with

a mixture of desire and frustration. Despite my attempts to maintain

distance, he closed in on me, his movements fueled by an undeniable

hunger.

With each step he took, my pulse quickened, and the air was thick with

tension. I knew I had to find a way to diffuse the situation and regain

control before things spiraled further out of hand. But as his hands

reached out to grab me, I realized that escape seemed increasingly

improbable.

“Stop, Grant! Please!" I begged, my voice shaking with fear. But he

didn't listen. His eyes locked on me, intense and scary. It was like he

couldn't control himself, driven by a strong desire that made him act

without thinking.

He hovered over me, making it hard for me to breathe. I felt trapped,

like I couldn't escape. Panic surged inside me, making it hard to think

straight as I looked for a way out.

No matter how much I begged, he didn’t change. He was determined,

ignoring my pleas. It was like he was a different person, not the Grant I

knew. The realization scared me, filling me with dread as I prepared for

what might happen next.

“No!” I screamed in fear when he hit me, the pain spreading through my

face like shockwaves. I tasted blood, a reminder of how scary things

had become. But even though I was hurt, I was determined to get away

from him.

With my heart racing, I used all my strength to fight against his tight

grip. I was desperate to escape his hold, driven by a strong feeling

deep inside me.

Then, I saw my chance. I hit him hard where it hurt the most, and he

cried out in pain, bending over. It was my moment to break free.

“Argh! Fck!” he shouted in pain.

Without waiting, I pushed away from him and ran to the door. My hands

shook as I grabbed the handle, hoping to find safety on the other side.

“Dylan, come back here!” He shouted once again, but I didn’t bother to

look back.

I dashed toward the door with frantic urgency, my heart pounding in my

chest as I reached for the handle. With a swift push, the door swung

open, welcoming a rush of cool air that provided a brief respite from the

suffocating atmosphere inside. Gasping for breath, I didn't hesitate to

flee, my bare feet pounding against the ground as I raced towards the

gate. The sharp stones beneath my soles jabbed painfully, but the

discomfort paled in comparison to the desperate need to escape.

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As I sprinted, the sound of Grant's voice echoed behind me, calling my

name with a chilling undertone that sent a shiver down my spine. Panic

surged within me as I realized that fleeing on foot wouldn't be enough

to outpace him. Glancing back, I saw him steadily closing the distance

between us, his determined stride like a predator closing in on its prey.

Desperation gnawed at my insides, threatening to overwhelm me as I

faced the daunting reality of being caught.

In a moment of sheer desperation, I silently pleaded for divine

intervention, a prayer born from the depths of my fear and uncertainty.

Though I harbored little hope of a miraculous escape, to my

astonishment, fate intervened in the form of a familiar car that

screeched to a halt before me.

“Blaire, get in!" a familiar voice called out. Though I couldn't see who

sat behind the wheel, the voice alone offered a glimmer of hope in the

darkness.

“Sebastian...” I whispered his name, my heart overflowing with

gratitude and relief as I wasted no time in obeying his command, diving

into the safety of his car without hesitation.

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