Chapter 5

Chapter 5

BLAIRE

My mind was a chaotic mess as I attempted to process the situation. It

was a whirlwind of emotions, from confusion to anger to a deep sense

of betrayal. I had to confront the reality of my past, whatever it may

have. been, and the consequences it held for my future.

As we walked away from the hospital room, with Catherine lingering in

the background, the truth felt like a distant mirage. The pieces of the

puzzle were sca ttered, and it was a daunting task to piece them

together and make sense of the intricate web of relationships that had

defined my life.

I struggled in vain to free my arm from Sebastian's unyielding grasp.

Each attempt to pull away seemed to fall on deaf ears as he maintained

a steely grip. It was a futile struggle, and as we reached his car, he

swiftly pushed me into the vehicle, closing the door behind me with a

resounding thud.

My heart raced with a mix of fear and frustration, uncertainty gnawing

at the edges of my thoughts. The question on my lips couldn't be

contained any longer, and I turned to Sebastian, my voice trembling

with anxiety as I sought answers in this bewildering turn of events.

“Where are you taking me?" I implored, the urgency in my voice belying

the unease that settled.

upon me.

“In our home, where else could it be?” he replied, his face a mask of

unyielding determination. The matter-of-fact tone in his voice sent a

chill down my spine, and I couldn't help but question the reasons

behind this sudden turn of events.

“No, you're not taking me anywhere near that house,” I vehemently

disagreed, my voice laced with a stubborn resolve. “If you're feeling

guilty about what happened, then at the very least, drive me back to my

father’s house. I'll be staying there for now,” I insisted, clinging to the

familiarity of my father's home as a sanctuary from this inexplicable

situation.

Sebastian's response was anything but accommodating. His voice held

a playful tone, and a sly smirk curled his lips as he retorted, “That's

absurd.

Why would I let my wife stay in someone else's house when we have

our own?” The casual dismissal of my plea left me dumbfounded and

conflicted.

“Stop calling me your wife. I stopped being your wife the moment you

slept with my sister. Don’t worry, I've already moved on. You deserve

each other.”

“I don’t know where you got that idea. But you're not going anywhere

but our house. That's where you belong, Blaire.”

As the car sped down the familiar roads, each passing street brought

with it a flood of memories. The house, our home, loomed ahead like

an unspoken reminder of the life we had once shared. It might not be

filled with joy and laughter, but this house was the only witness to my

undying love for him.

Sebastian parked the car with a sense of purpose, the engine's soft

hum falling silent. I found myself staring at the house, an imposing

structure. that held within it the echoes of our shared history. It was a

place where love and betrayal had coexisted, a place that had

witnessed both joy and pain.

I hesitated, my hand resting on the door handle, my gaze locked with

Sebastian’s. Uncertainty hung in the air like a thick fog that refused to

lift. In that moment, the choices before me seemed insurmountable,

with the weight of the past and the uncertainty of the future pressing

upon my shoulders.

Sebastian stepped out of the car, waiting for me to join him. With a

deep breath, I opened the car door and followed him towards the

house. The familiar path led us to the front door, which stood as a

solemn sentinel, guarding the secrets and the memories that lay within.

As we entered the house, the air seemed to hang heavy with

unresolved tension. It was a place where the echoes of our shared past

resided, each room a repository of memories that seemed to call out to

me. The living room, where I used to fall asleep while waiting for

him to come home.

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The tension between us was palpable, and as I met his gaze, the

enigmatic. smile that played on his lips sent a shiver down my spine.

“Do you really think that you can stop me from running away again?” I

questioned, my voice holding a note of defiance. The idea of returning

to this life after the turmoil of the past was something I had vehemently.

sought to escape.

Sebastian's response was anything but reassuring. He leaned in closer,

his voice a low, measured whisper filled with a mysterious promise.

“No, I don't. But I can be very persuasive,” he said, his eyes locked

onto mine with an intensity that felt like it concealed a devious plan.

Sebastian's words hung in the air, and I couldn't help but sense the

weight of their hidden meaning.

“I'm not easy to persuave, Sebastian. And I have no plans of staying

here for good. I'm leaving once my father’s health is settled,” I bravely

said as I tried to compose myself, hiding the fact that our close

proximity brought too much tension in every fiber of my being. The

warmth radiating from his b*dy is enough to awaken the desire that I

kept hidden for a very long

time.

“Challenge accepted,” he replied before giving me his devilish smirk.

I roll my eyes at him, trying to hide my discomfort. “Where's my room? I

want to rest now.” It's been a year since I left. Though there hasn’ much

change from where I see it, I still don’t want to act as if I o place.

“In our room, of coure. Where would it be?” he said, a playful smile

tugging on the corner of his lips.

“In your dreams, Foster. I have no plans of sharing a bed with you. Your

girlfriend might be,” I said sarcastically.

As if on cue, his phone rang. The sound coming from his phone finally

broke the tension building between us. I had the opportunity to take a

glance on his phone screen. I hate to admit, but I felt a pang of jealousy

when I read the name of my stepsister flashing on his screen.

“Speaking of the devil...” I sneered irritably before turning my back on

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him. I intentionally made each step heavy, creating a deliberate and

audible stomp as I ascended the stairs,