Chapter 92

Chapter 92 BLAIRE Grant seemed compelled to provide the proof he had previously kept hidden once Sebastian entered the picture. It seemed like Grant sensed that Sebastian’s words held more truth in this moment.

As I thought it over, my doubts began to take shape. Whenever I’m with Grant, I feel distant, like we’re strangers. But with Sebastian, it’s different, I felt a strong connection, like electricity running through me, when he looked at me. It’s like he could see right into my soul.

We decided to go back to the city where Grant claims we used to live before the accident. But he hasn’t explained how we ended up on that small island after the incident.

Sebastian offered his boat for us to take to the city.

“No, we’re good. I already asked a friend of mine to pick us up,” Grant replied.

“Why wait when you’re generously offering a ride? Unless you are trying to buy some time?” Sebastian taunted.

Grant’s jaw clenched visibly, a silent testament to the escalating tension between him and Sebastian. Sensing the impending clash, I swiftly intervened to diffuse the mounting hostility.

“I think we should accept Sebastian’s offer. There’s no reason for us to delay any longer,” I suggested, hoping to steer the conversation in a more constructive direction.

Grant remained silent, his disapproval palpable in the air. It was evident that my alignment with Sebastian’s proposal did not sit well with him, adding another layer of complexity to the already fraught situation.

Grant’s gaze softened slightly as he looked at me, but the tension in his demeanor remained palpable.

“Fine,” he relented, his voice tight with restrained frustration. “But don’t expect me to trust him.” With a heavy sigh, Grant turned to me. “Let’s get this over with,” he muttered, leading the way towards Sebastian’s boat.

As we climbed into the boat, I couldn’t shake the feeling of unease that settled in the pit of my stomach.

Whatever revelations awaited us, I knew that our lives were about to change in ways we couldn’t yet comprehend.

As the boat rocked gently on the waves, I couldn’t shake the feeling of unease gnawing at the pit of my stomach. Grant’s silence only added to the tension between us, casting a shadow of doubt over his every word.

The gentle lull of the waves provided a soothing backdrop as we sailed further away from the shore, enveloped in a heavy silence. Despite the vast expanse of the ocean surrounding us, the tension onboard felt palpable, like a thick fog obscuring the horizon.

My gaze wandered aimlessly over the water, lost in thought, when movement from the corner of my eye caught my attention. Grant, standing at the bow of the boat, had pulled out a cellphone and was engaged in a hushed conversation.

A furrow formed between my brows as I watched him, a pang of unease tugging at my gut. How could he have kept something as significant as a phone hidden from me? It seemed like a deliberate omission, casting doubt on his motives and adding another layer of suspicion to our already difficult situation.

My suspicion grows bigger when he abruptly ends the call when he notices me watching him. To satisfy my curiosity, I approached him to ask him about it.

“I didn’t know you had a phone with you,” I said, curious.

“I just didn’t think it was important to tell you,” he replied vaguely.

His answer didn’t sit right with me. It felt like he was hiding something. Despite his attempt to brush it off, I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to the story.

As we sailed towards the city, the tension between us grew. It was like there was a barrier between Grant and me, separating us further with each passing moment. I couldn’t help but wonder what other secrets he was keeping from me. And with every wave that crashed against the boat, I felt a sense of unease settle in the pit of my stomach, knowing that the journey ahead would be filled with uncertainty and revelations.

As soon as Grant stepped away, it made me more suspicious. It seemed like he was dodging our conversation deliberately.

After Grant left, Sebastian appeared on the deck.

Sebastian approached me cautiously, his expression somber yet determined. “We need to talk,” he said, his voice tinged with urgency.

I nodded in agreement, gesturing for Sebastian to follow me to a quieter spot on the deck where we could speak without interruption. As we settled into a secluded corner, I couldn’t shake the feeling of anticipation that hung in the air like a thick fog. Whatever Sebastian had to say, I knew it would only add another layer to the tangled web of secrets and lies that surrounded me.

Sebastian’s eyes held a mix of concern and determination as he spoke, his words careful and serious.

“I’ve been searching for you for months,” he said. “Ever since you vanished without a trace.”

My heart skipped a beat as I listened to his words. “It’s Blaire that you’re talking about, right?” I echoed, feeling a knot form in my stomach.

Sebastian frowned. “You are Blaire.”

Before I could respond, a loud noise interrupted our conversation, drawing our attention to the person behind us. It was Grant, his expression dark and stormy as he approached us with purpose in his stride.

“I don’t appreciate you talking to my wife,” he said.

“She’s not your wife, Grant,” Sebastian insisted. “Between us, I was the one who already provided evidence for my claim, thus giving me an advantage. If there’s anybody here who hasn’t even given a slight proof of his claim, it’s you. So, between you and me, I think you’re the one who shouldn’t be talking to my wife,” Sebastian said before grabbing my waist and pulling me closer to his side.

Sebastian’s sudden grip on my arm caught me off guard, his touch sending a jolt of electricity coursing through my veins. It was as if a surge of energy had been unleashed, sparking a cascade of sensations that left me reeling.

But what truly shocked me was the wave of memories that crashed over me in that instant. Images flashed before my mind’s eye like fragments of a forgotten dream, each one carrying with it a sense of familiarity that left me breathless.

I winced as a sharp pang of pain shot through my head, the intensity of the memories threatening to overwhelm me. Faces, places, and moments long buried in the recesses of my mind resurfaced with startling clarity, leaving me grappling to make sense of it all.

As the rush of memories subsided, I found myself trembling, my hands shaking as I struggled to steady myself against the onslaught of emotions. Among those memories, one image of a faceless man stood out. I turned to Sebastian, figuring out whether he’s the man that was in my memory. But the memories were too vague for me to be sure.

“What’s wrong?” Grant asked, his voice tinged with concern as he reached out to steady me.

I shook my head, trying to shake off the overwhelming sensation. “I... I don’t know,” I murmured, struggling to clear my head.

“Are you okay?” Sebastian asked worriedly. “Maybe you need to rest,” he suggested, his voice soothing. “It’s been a long day.”

I nodded weakly, grateful for the suggestion. The events of the day had left me feeling drained, both physically and emotionally.

Perhaps a moment of respite would provide some clarity amidst the chaos swirling within me. “I’ll escort you to your cabin,” he offered, his voice gentle yet determined.

“Thank you,” I murmured, offering him a grateful smile as I allowed him to lead me away from the deck, leaving Grant behind with his questions and concerns.