Trapped with My Billionaire Ex-Husband
Chapter 103

BLAIRE

The sound of gushing water from the shower pulled me from my sleep. Morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room. I hadn't noticed what time Sebastian had come home last night. Feeling a bit disoriented, I quickly jumped out of bed and reached for my robe, determined to leave the room before any awkward encounters could happen.

But just as I was about to slip into my robe, the bathroom door swung open, and Sebastian walked out, wearing nothing but a white towel wrapped around his waist. My breath hitched, and my heart raced as I took in the sight before me. Droplets of water glistened on his chiseled body, tracing paths down his toned muscles. Heat surged through me, and I found myself unable to tear my eyes away from him.

He noticed me standing there, a few feet from the bed, and his expression shifted from surprise to a slight, knowing smile. "I'm sorry. I didn't know you were awake," he said, his voice deep and slightly husky from the steam of the shower. He quickly grabbed a bathrobe and slipped it on, covering his body.

"No, it's fine," I stammered, finally managing to look away, though my cheeks burned with embarrassment and something else I couldn't quite name. "I just woke up myself."

An awkward silence stretched between us, filled only by the lingering steam from the bathroom. Sebastian, now dressed in the robe, walked over to the dresser, his movements calm and unhurried.Please visit Jo b nib.com and search the book title to read the entire book for free. I couldn't help but steal glances at him, the memories of our past and the complicated emotions they stirred swirling in my mind.

"Did you sleep well?" he asked, his tone casual as he picked up his watch from the dresser.

"Yes," I lied, the night's restlessness still clinging to me. "And you? What time did you get in?"

He shrugged, fastening the watch around his wrist. "Late. The line at the seafood place was longer than I expected."

I nodded, trying to focus on the mundane details of our conversation instead of the way his robe clung to his damp skin. "I'm sorry. I wasn't aware that it would take you that long," I lied. Sebastian turned to face me, his eyes searching mine. "It's fine," he replied.

His words hung in the air, heavy with meaning and unspoken promises. I looked away, focusing on the window and the sunlight streaming in. "I should get ready. Blaze will probably be up soon." "Right," he agreed, moving past me to grab his clothes. "I'll give you some privacy."

As he left the room, I exhaled a breath I didn't realize I'd been holding. The sight of him, the proximity-it was all too much, too soon. I needed to keep my focus and remember why I was here and what I needed to do. But the way he looked at me, the way his presence affected me-it was a distraction I hadn't anticipated.

I quickly dressed and made my way downstairs, my mind racing with conflicting thoughts and emotions. Blaze greeted me with a bright smile, his energy infectious as he pulled me into the kitchen to show me something he'd made. I forced a smile, trying to push aside the morning's encounter with Sebastian. "Look, Mommy! I made this for you!" Blaze said, holding up a drawing of our family.

"It's beautiful, sweetheart," I replied, kneeling down to hug him. "You're such a talented artist."

Sebastian joined us in the kitchen a few minutes later, dressed and composed. He watched us with a tender expression, the earlier tension seemingly forgotten.

"Do you want me to serve the seafood boil that you brought last night, Mr. Foster?" Celia asked.

Sebastian turned to me as if asking me whether I wanted it or not.

"No, thank you," I answered.

I clearly saw his disappointed look. I felt guilty but, at the same time, vindicated. I don't know how long I will be able to continue this facade. I'm not sure if I can pull off these lies.

And I started questioning myself: What would I get from this? What do I want? Do I want to fool myself as if everything is going to go back to the way it was after all that happened? Who am I kidding? There's no way that we'll be able to go back to the way things

were.

My life was ruined. Our family was ruined all because of the poor choices he made. I want to put all the blame on Catherine. But was it really all her fault? We all played a special role in this situation. We brought this to ourselves, and now is the time to suffer the consequences.

God knows how much I wanted to give my son the complete family that he deserves. But how will I do that when I wasn't whole in the first place? We can't give Blaze the best if we keep lying to ourselves.

I was lost in thought when I noticed one of the maids serving a slice of orange to Blaze. My heart leaped into my throat as I saw him about to take a bite. Without thinking, I lunged forward and snatched it from his hand.

"He's allergic to that!" Sebastian and I shouted in unison.

"Oh, God! Put that away!" Celia immediately commanded the maid. "I'm sorry. She's new here. She wasn't aware of Blaze's allergy," she quickly apologized, her face pale with worry.

I kneeled beside Blaze, my hands trembling as I checked him over. Relief washed over me when I saw that he was fine-no sign of a reaction. But the relief was short-lived, as I felt a pair of eyes burning into me.

Lifting my head, I met Sebastian's intense gaze. His eyes were filled with questions and confusion, and I knew exactly why.

He stared at me, his expression demanding answers. I blew out a loud sigh, the weight of the situation pressing down on me. It seemed fate had made the decision for us. This was the sign I had been waiting for-the moment to stop fooling ourselves and come clean.

I stood up, trying to steady my racing heart. "Sebastian," I began, my voice trembling. "I think it's time we had a talk."

His eyes turned dark, and he remained silent. My heart was racing, and I was holding my breath, waiting for his response. After what seemed like forever, he finally spoke.

"Let's have our breakfast first," he said in a cold tone.

I took a deep breath, feeling the gravity of the moment. "There's something you need to know."

"I said let's do that later," he said firmly, slightly raising his voice.

His reaction took me aback, the icy edge in his tone sending a shiver down my spine. I glanced at him, my mind racing. I'm completely lost right now.

"Sebastian, please," I implored, my voice softer now, almost pleading. "This is important."

He shook his head, his expression hardening. "Would it be too much if I'd ask for us to have a peaceful breakfast after everything that happened? We'll talk later. For now, I'd like to enjoy my breakfast with my family."

I bit my lip, fighting back the urge to argue. The tension between us was palpable, and I could feel my frustration building. But I also knew pushing him further right now would only make things worse.

"Fine," I conceded, my voice barely above a whisper. "We'll talk later."

The breakfast table was set with a spread of food that looked delicious, but I had no appetite. I picked at my food, and my thoughts were a whirlwind of emotions. Sebastian's demeanor remained cold, his eyes avoiding mine as we ate in silence.

Blaze, oblivious to the tension, chattered happily about his plans for the day. His innocence was a stark contrast to the heaviness in the room. I forced myself to smile and respond to him, not wanting to dampen his spirits.

As we finished breakfast, Sebastian finally looked at me, his expression softening just a fraction. "We'll talk after," he said quietly, almost as if it were a promise.

I nodded, feeling a mix of relief and anxiety. The conversation was coming, whether I was ready or not.

After breakfast, Sebastian suggested we take Blaze to the park. As if he were trying to have that conversation. But seeing the excitement on Blaze's face, I had no other choice but to agree.

The park was bustling with families and laughter. Blaze ran ahead, his excitement infectious. For a moment, I allowed myself to relax and enjoy the simple pleasure of watching him play. Sebastian stayed close; his presence was both comforting and daunting. As Blaze played, Sebastian and I found a bench nearby. The silence between us was thick, filled with unspoken words and lingering tension.

The day went on like usual. Blaze really enjoyed our little trip to the park, his laughter filling the air as he swung from the monkey bars and chased after other kids. I tried to savor these moments, but my mind was elsewhere. I knew it wasn't the right place, but I lost count of how many times I had tried to broach the topic with Sebastian.

With each attempt, Sebastian would subtly deflect, changing the subject or distracting Blaze with a new game. His avoidance was clear; he didn't want to hear what I was about to say. It continued like that until we finally got back home.

As we walked into the house, Blaze ran off to find his toys, leaving Sebastian and me in the hallway. I took a deep breath, deciding that now was the moment, whether he liked it or not.

"Sebastian, we need to talk. Now," I said, my voice firmer than before.

He turned to face me, a hint of resignation in his eyes. "Alright, let's go to my office," he suggested. "Celia, can you please look after Blaze for a moment?"

"Of course, Mr. Foster," she quickly answered.

We walked towards his office, and the silence was deafening. My heart was thumping loudly with each step that we took to get closer to his office. Once we got inside, we sat down on the couch. The tension in the air was palpable. I took another deep breath, trying to steady my nerves.

"I remember everything, I began, my voice trembling.

He remained silent. His eyes were too focused on me. I was waiting for him to say something, but I didn't get any.

"My memories are back." I added.

I saw how he held his breath. His jaw tightened, and his mouth twitched. His eyes darkened as he glared at me. After a few minutes of silence, he finally speaks. "How long have you known?"

"Since you rescued me from Grant and Catherine," I admitted, my heart pounding.

He bowed his head and turned silent once again. I wasn't expecting him to be thrilled by the news, but at least I'd hope he'd say something or anything.

He took a loud breath. I was a little bit startled when he clapped his hands as he stood up. He rubbed his palm over his face as if he were struggling with something. He took a deep breath. Then she looked at me with a troubled face.

"You know what? It doesn't matter. At least now, we can finally put everything behind us and start a new life."

"But that's the thing, Sebastian. I don't think there's a life for us as a family. I'm not sure if I'll be able to be with you right after what happened. I admit, it already crossed my mind about pretending not to remember so we could continue playing like a perfect family."

He walked towards me and held both of my shoulders. "Then, let's do that. Let's take this opportunity to create a happy family for Blaze. We can do this," he said.

"That's the problem, Sebastian. I can't. I haven't forgiven myself for the hardship that my son had to endure because of our wrong decisions. And most importantly, I haven't forgiven you for all the hurt that you caused me and my son." I didn't realize that I had been holding my breath the whole time. My heart was aching as I watched how his whole world shattered with my words. But I can't pretend as if *********** everything's okay. I need to tell him the truth. I need this.

He stayed silent for the next few minutes. But I was completely taken aback when he suddenly fell on his knees. He hugged my thighs as I felt his shoulders shake. He was crying.

"Please don't give up on me. I'm begging you," he pleaded.

"I'm sorry, Sebastian."

"I promise I'll be a better person for you and a better father for Blaze. I'll do everything until you can find it in your heart to forgive. But please, don't leave me. I've made terrible mistakes when I take you for granted, for hurting you, for letting you go. But I regretted all of that. I'm willing to pay my dues. If you want to punish me, I'll gladly accept it. Just don't leave me, please. Let me be a father to Blaze."

I slowly kneeled in front of him until our eyes met. I held his face as I gently caressed it. "You can still do that. You can still be a father to Blaze. We don't have to be together for you to do that. I'm not going to take that away from you. But I can't stay here with you. I'm sorry." After that, I planted a soft kiss on his forehead before finally leaving the room.

I can still hear his sob as I walk out of the room. I clenched my chest as I leaned against the door. I thought I was ready, but I wasn't expecting it to be this painful. I love him, yes. That didn't change a bit. But I wanted to choose myself this time. Not for Blaze, but for myself. I'm going to learn how to love myself and stop putting other people before me. This time, I'm choosing me.