Trapped with My Billionaire Ex-Husband

Chapter 22 BLAIRE I suddenly woke up in the middle of the night. I stretch out my arm only to find the other side of the bed cold and empty. I slowly opened my eyes and looked around the dimly lit room, but I couldn’t find any traces of Sebastian. The bathroom is also dark, so he’s probably not there as well. Something is bothering me. I don’t know why, but I’m feeling unsettled. I got up, reached for my nightgown, and wrapped it around my b*dy. The whole house is dark. I waited until my eyes started to adjust before I started walking. I’m not sure where to find Sebastian at this hour, so I don’t know exactly where I am going. “Sh*t! So st upid,” I mumbled to myself when I realized that I should have just called him instead of fumbling in the darkness. It’s not practical as well to shout for his name, or I’ll end up waking up everyone in the house. I decided to go back to our room and look for my phone. But just when I was about to turn around, I heard voices talking from afar. I walked until the end of the hallway to find Sebastian and Catherine talking on the veranda. “Why can’t you just take me back, Sebastian?” It was Catherine’s vojce. “We are done, Catherine. I’m already married to your sister. Stop doing this nonsense,” Sebastian answered. “I know deep in your heart, you still have feelings for me. If not, you wouldn’t be here, sneaking with me in the middle of the night. Admit it, you still love me,” Catherine insisted. I hate the Catherine is somehow making a point. I wanted to trust Sebastian. I wanted to believe that he would do the right thing. But at the same time, I have doubts in my heart. She’s his first love. They have history. And I saw how devastated he was when Catherine ran away on the night of their engagement. “I came here because you threatened to kill yourself if I didn’t,” he answered. I gasped, and my hand automatically moved and covered my mouth when I heard that. I can’t believe she would actually say that. Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

“And that’s the reason why I certainly believe that you still have feelings for me. You still care for me. Please, let’s get back together. We’re the ones wh o’re supposedly engaged anyway. I should be the one beside you, not Blaire. She’s just a replacement on my behalf. Now that I’m back, she can back off and leave.” “Let me get this straight, Catherine. I came here because I don’t want blood in my house or in my hands. Care? Yes, I do care for you because you’re my wife’s sister. That’s

48% Chapter 22 all,” he replied. “Whether you believe me or not, I know you more than you know yourself, Sebastian. You still have feelings for me; I’m sure of that. You’re just blinded by your anger because I left, she insisted, feeling desperate. “We are just going in circles. You should go back to your room; it’s late and cold. You might get sick,” he said. He sounded worried. I can’t help but wonder if Catherine was right all along. What if Sebastian still has feelings for her, but he just can’t admit them? “Kiss me, Sebastian, Catherine blurted out. I don’t know if I should stay there and continue watching them, or if I should step out and stop whatever’s about to happen. Despite the choices I have, my b*dy can’t seem to move. I stay still and watch everything unfold. “What are you trying to do?” “Kiss me and tell me I’m wrong. If you don’t have feelings for me, then a k*ss wouldn’t hurt, right?” “Catherine,” he couldn’t even finish what he’s about to say next. Catherine quickly grabbed him and claimed his lips. I was dumbfounded. I couldn’t move an inch. I wanted to run to them and scream at them, but I couldn’t. I was expecting him to push her and be mad at her. But that as well didn’t happen. Instead, Sebastian wrapped her arms around Catherine’s waist and deepened the k*ss. I feel like my world is collapsing right before my eyes. I couldn’t believe what was happening. My legs

don’t seem to work. I was fixated on the ground and was forced to watch my husband betray me. It makes me doubt if what he said before was true. Is there really nothing going on between them? Did he lie to me? It took me long enough to witness everything I needed to see. I took a deep breath and decided to turn around and walk away. There’s no point in screaming at them and blaming them for everything. Besides, Catherine is right. She’s mine; I’m just her replacement. She should be the one in my position. The hallway was dark, but it doesn’t seem to bother me. I feel like my mind took an autopilot, and I just let my b*dy drag me back to our room. I looked at the bed, trying to figure out whether I should sleep there or lock myself inside the closet like I always do. But then, I quickly realized: What good does it make? I still have to face them and talk to them tomorrow. I suddenly felt tired. I dragged my feet to bed and laid down. I get a glance at the clock. on top of the table, and it’s only eleven in the evening. I closed my eyes and tried to, 2/3 48% Chapter 22 force myself to sleep, but I couldn’t. The moment I closed my eyes, images of what happened a while ago came flashing back vividly. It was as if I was forced to watch it over and over again. It didn’t take long before I heard the door creak. I tried to even out my breathing so he wouldn’t notice that I was awake: I felt his weight on the other side of the bed, and he lay down. I held my breath when I felt his warm breath against my nape and his arms around my waist. I wanted to push him; I couldn’t bear to stay this close to him. He k*ssed another woman in our house, yet he had the audacity to hug me as if nothing had happened. I clenched the edge of my pillow when I felt his soft lips planting k*sses from my shoulder to my neck. I don’t know how long I can stay like this. “Hmmm…” I groan as I try to remove his arm from my waist. “I missed you,” he whispered against my neck. How dare he say that after he k*ssed another woman? I couldn’t bear it much longer. “I’m tired. Let me sleep,” I told him coldly.

I felt his whole b*dy stiffen. He was taken aback. “Is everything alright, love?” “I’m tired. I want to go to sleep. That’s all,” I responded arrogantly before pulling the blanket up to my neck and cocooning myself inside it. I heard his sharp breath. “Okay, goodnight. You’re probably tired because of the cake,” he said. I felt him lowering his head towards my face, so I quickly pulled the blanket over my head to stop him from k*ssing me. I want nothing to do with that filthy mouth of his. 曲 0