Chapter 13
Trapped with My Billionaire Ex-Husband by Mariya Mercedes
Chapter 13 BLAIRE Since I donât want to stay in our house, I decided to pay Sebastian a visit in his office. I wanted to talk to him about our setup. I need to set some boundaries. He canât just k*ss me and hold me whenever he wants to. We may still be married, but our marriage is over. Iâm just waiting until everything is settled before I push for divorce again. But this time, Iâll make sure that he will definitely sign it.
Itâs been a year since I last went to his office. On my way there, I passed by a coffee shop nd decided to buy some coffee and pastries. The place was basically the same. There have been a few changes around the building. Sebastian owned a real estate and construction company and has been one of the wealthiest men in the country.
There are a lot of new faces that I saw as I made my way to his office. The security didnât recognize me, so they asked me to go through the registration process just like all the people visiting the building.
âYour name, please?â said the woman in the reception.
âBlaire Allicent Foster,â I replied. Since I discovered that Sebastian hasnât pushed through with our divorce, Foster is still my legal name.
The woman lifted her head and looked at me with scrutinizing eyes. She raises her eyebrow in suspicion.
âWhat floor?â she said as she brought her eyes back to the computer and started typing again.
âTop floor,â I responded innocently.
âYouâre here to see Mr. Foster?â
âYes.â
âIt seems like your name isnât listed as an allowed visitor. Do you have an appointment? May I know what the purpose of your visit is?â she asked.
I smiled. âI didnât know that I needed to set an appointment to see my husband.â
âIâm sorry, maâam. Itâs just protocol. You wouldnât be the first woman to introduce herself as Mr. Fosterâs wife. Itâs for security. Do you have any identification with you?â she replied.
I have no identification with me. In addition to that, I havenât been using the name Foster since I left.
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Chapter 13 She hasnât said anything that doesnât make sense, and she has been on point the whole time. But I canât help but feel irritated by the way she looked at me, as if she were judging me and accusing me of being delusional. I took a deep breath to calm myself down. I forced a smile on my face and agreed with her.
âFair enough. But could you at least call his office and let him know that I am here?â
âIf you were what you said you were, why donât you call him yourself? Iâm sure if you were Mr. Fosterâs wife, youâd have his personal phone number, right?â She said it mockingly.
I gave her a fake smile. I hate it that sheâs making a very good point. âI would have done that only if I had my phone with me.â
She looked at me with suspicion. âIâm sorry, maâam. But Iâm afraid I canât let you in.â
I bit my lower lip, trying to think of something to convince her to let me in. But I donât want to make a scene. âCan I at least wait for him in the lobby?â
âIâm sorry, maâam. But we donât tolerate bystanders. Why donât you just wait for him in your house?â she said sarcastically.
I squinted my eyes as I took a deep breath. Iâm already on the verge of not knowing whether I will make a fool of myself or not. I wanted to grab her hair and press it hard against the reception counter in front of us. In the end, I realized that it wasnât worth my energy. Thereâs no use insisting on my identity as Sebastianâs wife when it wonât be long before I become his ex-wife.
I decided to go out and wait outside the building. The cold breeze of the city welcomed me the moment I stepped outside the building. I stayed outside for a couple of minutes, contemplating whether I should wait for him or go home. It only took me fifteen minutes before I decided to go home. I saw a homeless man on the street and decided to give him the coffee and pastries that I bought for Sebastian.
Right after the homeless man took the coffee and pastries from my hand, I heard a familiar voice.
âBlaire?â
I turned around and found Sebastian, who was just about to leave the building.
He quickly approached me, frowning. âWhat are you doing here?â He looked at the homeless man whoâs currently eating the bread that I gave him. âAm I petty if I felt jealous that you managed to buy a homeless man a cup of coffee and pastries, but not your husband?â he said, raising his eyebrow.
âThat was yours, actually. But you wouldnât allow me to go to your office, so I decided to 09:03 Mon, 22 Jan ti Chapter 13 give it away. I was just about to go home,â I explained.
âYou werenât allowed to get inside? Why?â he asked, frowning. âDid you tell them youâre my wife?â
âI did. But I donât have anything with me that carries your name. Itâs b fine. I understand itâs protocol. Letâs go; I want us to talk,â I said before walking past him to lead the way.
But I was surprised when he suddenly grabbed my hand and pulled me inside the building. âSebastian, what are you doing?â I asked him in confusion.
He didnât bother to answer. Instead, he went straight to the reception. All eyes were on us as we walked closer to it. As we approached the desk, the woman who didnât allow me to get inside saw us, and her eyes grew wide in shock.
âWho among you was the one who didnât allow my wife to get inside my building?â he asked with an icy tone.
I looked at the women behind the desk, and fear was evident in their eyes. The woman who talked to me a while ago was obviously in shock.
âDo I have to repeat myself?â he shouted. We are starting to catch so much attention, I pulled Sebastianâs arm to console him. âSebastian, itâs fine. It wasnât a big deal. Itâs nob*dyâs fault. Just let it slide. Though I was irritated with the woman who assisted me a while ago, I donât think I wanted her to lose her job just by implementing the companyâs protocol.
âI canât let this slide. Because one of them is the reason why I donât have my coffee and pastries now,â he answered coldly.
I dropped my jaw upon hearing that. Is he for real? He was this mad because I gave his coffee away. âIf thatâs the reason why youâre mad, then Iâll just buy you coffee again. Okay?â
He glared at me for a few seconds, as if he were contemplating his next decision. Eventually, his eyes softened as he let out a loud sigh. âI want the biggest one,â he finally said.
I just roll my eyes at him as I shake my head.
âDid you just roll your eyes át me?â he asked, squinting his eyes.
âStop it, Sebastian. Letâs go,â I brushed him off before pulling him towards the exit.
But he didnât bud. I looked at him in confusion while he remained standing in front of the reception. I wasnât expecting what he did next.
Chapter 131 âEveryone, listen!â he shouted, which caught everyoneâs attention.
âSebastian, what are you doing?â I asked in panic as I kept looking around the people in there.
âSome you may be new to this co company, so I will let this slide. My wife took a year- long vacation outside the country, but now sheâs back. I want you all to remember this beautiful face. Because the next time I hear that you didnât allow my wife to get inside my building, it will also be the last time that youâll be working here. Am I making myself clear?â He said it firmly.
They all answered in unison. I canât believe Sebastian actually did that. I can already feel my cheeks burning in shame. All I wanted to do was cover my face or wish that I would just magically disappear from the face of the earth.
I let out a sigh of relief when he was finally done. He then pulled me again towards the exit of the building.
âYou donât have to do that.â I complain..
âOf course I have to. I own the whole fcking building, and they wonât allow my wife to get inside? You see how absurd it sounds.â
âBut they probably didnât recognize me. Besides, weâre going to get a divorce once my father recovers. So, thereâs actually no point in doing that,â I insisted.
âYouâre still at it, are you?â he said as his eyes darkened. I immediately took a step back, but his hand was quick to grab my waist and pull me closer to him until our bodies were inches away from each other. âWhen are you going to get into your stubborn head that weâre not getting a divorce? Youâre mine,â he whispered before sealing my lips with a k*ss.
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