Chapter 95

Chapter 95

BLAIRE

As I sank into the seat of the car, my body trembled with residual fear,

the adrenaline still coursing through my veins. My mind whirled with

confusion, struggling to make sense of how I had ended up in such a

harrowing situation.

Memories flashed through my mind like a nightmare, each image tinged

with the same sense of terror that had gripped me moments before.

What happened seemed like a surreal blur, a series of inexplicable

twists and turns that had led me to this moment of desperate flight.

I tried to piece together everything that happened, but it felt like

grasping at shadows, the threads of memory slipping through my

fingers like sand. How had I become entangled in Grant's web of

violence and control? How did a kind and supportive man like Grant

turn into a monster in just a snap?

Questions swirled in my mind, each one more confounding than the

last. But amidst the confusion, one thing remained clear: I was grateful

to be sitting in this car, safe from the danger that lurked behind me.

I was grateful that Sebastian remained silent throughout our journey.

He didn’t push me to ask me what happened. He allowed me to absorb

everything until I finally calmed down.

I glanced at him, feeling a warmth wash over me as I took in his

concerned expression. Though his gaze remained focused on the road

ahead, I sensed a depth of thought in his eyes that hinted at something

more.

Despite the lingering tremors of fear that still gripped me, I realized I

had almost overlooked expressing my gratitude for his presence in that

crucial moment.

“T—thank you,” I finally uttered when somehow my nerves calmed

down.

He remained silent. But I saw how his jaw clenched, trying to control his

emotion. After a couple of minutes, I heard him blow a loud sigh.

“What happened?” he asked.

“To be honest, I'm not entirely sure. Grant was never violent. All those

times that we stayed alone on that island, he never once forced himself

on me. Not until...” I couldnt manage to finish my sentence as I saw his

hand tighten its grip on the steering wheel.

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“No, he didn't. I manage to fight back and escape him just in time.” It

seems like those statements give him some kind of relief. “He's a good

person, Sebastian,” I said, trying to ease his anger. But I think it did the

opposite.

He looked at me with glaring eyes as he pressed harder on the gas,

causing us to increase our speed. He wasn't looking at the road, so it

scares me that we might get into an accident. I immediately reached for

his hand to calm him down.

“Sebastian...” I called his name. I was glad that it worked since he

started to decrease our speed.

“He’s not a good person, Blaire. He kidnapped you and tried to rape

you. In my vocabulary, that doesn't constitute a good person,” he said.

I let out a loud sigh. “I don’t know what happened to him. He's probably

under a lot of stress because of what happened,” I said, trying to think

positively despite what happened.

“I'm also under a lot of stress since you've been missing, Blaire. But not

even once did I try to force myself on you,” he said, his voice leaving a

hinge of jealousy.

“You have to understand where he was coming from. He's my husband,

yet I'm depriving him of my duty as a wife,” I insisted.

“He is not your husband, goddamnit!” he shouted, his hand striking the

steering wheel with force.

I was startled by his sudden burst of anger.

“I'm sorry,” he quickly apologized when he noticed my reaction. He took

a loud breath before speaking once again. “Please allow, me to

conduct a DNA test. If it still comes out negative, then I'll leave you

alone. I promise I will never disturb you or Grant again. That's all I

need,” he pleaded.

“I don't know. This feels so wrong. Grant already gave me the proof

that I wanted. I don't think it’s fair for me to go behind his back.”

“The man already tried to rape you, damn it! And yet, you're still trying

to defend him?” He scoffs.

I wanted to get offended, but when I saw the pain in his eyes, my anger

immediately vanished. This situation

hurts him as much as I do. He lost his wife. And right in front of him is

me, a woman who resembles his wife. I can't imagine the pain he’s

going through right now.

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“I'm sorry. But despite what Grant did, I still owe him the benefit of the

doubt. He probably does that because I've been rejecting him and

depriving him of my duty as his wife. He's been nothing but good to me

since my. accident, and I don't think one mistake was enough to make

me forget all the good things he does for me. Besides, he’s still my

husband,” I said.

I've been leaning towards Sebastian since we left the island. And now

that Grant has shown me proof of our relationship, I think I owe that to

him.

I was trying my best to let go of the feeling that lingered inside me

toward Sebastian. He's undeniably gorgeous and attractive. That's

probably the only reason why I'm feeling this way toward him. But I'm

no adulterer. I will not betray Grant just for a moment of lust.

I can’t despise him because of one mistake. We all made them, and we

shouldn't forget all the good things they did for us just because of one

mistake.

After I said that, Sebastian's face remained dark, but he continued to

be silent. He chose not to say anything rather than argue with me.

We continued to drive to, I don’t know,. But my eyes widened in shock

when he parked his car in front of a hotel.

“Where are we going?” I asked in confusion.

“I can't bring you home, so you'll be staying here for now. I wanted to

bring you to the police station to report what happened. However,

judging by what you said a while ago, you probably had no plan to do

so,” he coldly replied.

I'm not used to how he is talking to me right now. I don’t understand

why, but my heart aches when he treats me like this. But who am I to

complain? I already made my point a while ago.

“Thank you,” I said.

He just nodded in response before walking towards the entrance. I

followed him silently as I watched his back. As we walked inside, I

couldn't help but notice how he immediately drew attention the moment

he stepped into the lobby. It was as if everyone's eyes were focused on

him without even trying.

“Good evening, sir. How may I help you?" The front desk officer greeted

him with a very wide smile. She was so focused on Sebastian that she

didn't bother throwing a glance at me.

“I'd like a room, please,” he said. “Two rooms, adjacent, if possible,” he

quickly added.

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right? But why am I feeling offended that he didn’t want to take this

opportunity to stay in the same room with me?

Cut it, Dylan! You don't like him, remember? You already chose to

believe Grant. Why are you acting as if you were hoping that he still

insists that you are his wife? The tiny voice inside my head scolded

me.

To be honest, I'm more confused than I was before. I wanted to believe

Grant, but my heart says otherwise. I feel pain when I choose Grant

over him. And I feel hurt whenever he acts as if he doesn't care about

me at all. I think I'm going to lose my mind.

After a few minutes, the woman at the front desk finally handed him the

card. She was obviously flirting, but it seems like Sebastian hadn't

noticed it. It's either that or he’s so used to it that he doesn't care.

The thoughts of Sebastian with another woman gnawed at me, stirring

up a whirlwind of confusion. Why was! so bothered by the idea? It

didn't make sense. This feeling should have dissipated the moment

Grant proved his identity as my husband. So why was it intensifying

instead?

As Sebastian walked ahead of me, taking the lead, I followed him in

silence. The elevator doors slid shut, enclosing us in a small, confined

space. Despite the distance between us within the elevator, I felt

suffocated by his presence. The air seemed to grow thicker,

constricting around me like a vice, making it difficult to breathe.

A wave of relief washed over me as the elevator chimed its arrival.

Exhaling a sigh, I followed Sebastian closely as he stepped out into the

hallway. With purposeful strides, he made his way towards the nearest

door, his movements determined and unwavering. Without hesitation,

he tapped the card on the door as he reached for the handle and

pushed the door open, revealing the room beyond.

I stood hesitantly at the threshold, unsure of what awaited me on the

other side. Sebastian looked back, his face a mask of unreadable

emotions, as he held the door open, silently urging me to enter.

“You coming in?" he asked softly, breaking the tense silence between

us.

I nodded slowly, my heart pounding in my chest as I stepped into the

dimly lit room. The soft glow of lamplight illuminated the space, casting

eerie shadows across the walls.

Sebastian moved further into the room, his movements deliberate and

controlled. I trailed behind him; my mind was buzzing with what's about

to happen next.

“I'll be staying right next door,” he said before walking towards another

door. “This room is adjacent to mine. Don’t worry; the lock is on your

side. Just knock if you need anything,” he said before handing me over

my

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keycard. “If you're hungry, you can call in for room service. Just tell

them to charge it in the room.”

As Sebastian prepared to depart, I summoned the courage to voice the

question that had been gnawing at my mind. “Why are you helping me,

Sebastian?” The words hung in the air, heavy with uncertainty and

curiosity.

He paused in his movements, turning to meet my gaze with a steady

intensity that made my heart skip a beat. I swallowed hard, feeling the

weight of his stare bearing down on me. “Because I still believe that

you're my wife, he answered, his voice firm and unwavering. “And

without the DNA test, I will continue to believe it.”

His response only fueled my confusion. “If you truly believe that,” I

began, unable to suppress the question that had been nagging at me,

“then why bring me here instead of your house?”

Sebastian's expression softened, a hint of sadness creeping into his

eyes as he considered my question. “Because I'm trying to protect our

son,” he explained, his voice tinged with regret. “I don't think it will be

good for him if he sees you and you don’t recognize him. It will break

him.”

His words hit me like a tidal wave, washing over me with a wave of

sorrow and empathy. The thought of a child longing for his mother, only

to be met with unfamiliarity and confusion, tore at my heartstrings. In

that moment, I couldn't help but feel a pang of anguish for his son. I'm

not sure why, but at that moment, I truly wish I was his mother.

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