Trapped with My Billionaire Ex-Husband by Mariya Mercedes

PROLOGUE

BLAIRE

I was sipping my hot Americano as I stared at the pictures in my hand. Catherine, my stepsister, was

sitting across the table. I had an urge to rip off that wicked smile from her face, but I stopped myself. I

wouldn’t let my hand be dirty with her filthy blood. The bitter taste of my coffee was nothing compared

to the bitterness I am feeling right now towards my husband and my stepsister.

No matter how hard I tried to come up with an explanation for these scandalous pictures in my hand, I

couldn’t find any. My eyes landed on the pictures once again, and my heart breaks every minute. It was

a picture of her wrapped around my husband’s arm while they were on top of our bed. The same bed

that we shared for the last three years.

“I also brought the divorce papers so you could sign them immediately,” Catherine said before pushing

the divorce papers towards me.

My eyes shifted to the paper on top of the table. I was deliberating what decision I should make. Should

I sign it right away and free myself from this nightmare? Or should I stay in this marriage and let the

three of us suffer?

I understand that it was I who came into the picture. They were once lovers and promised to each

other. But when my stepsister chose to run away from their engagement, my family decided to put me

in as her replacement. This marriage was nothing but a political alliance to strengthen the ties between

the two companies. It doesn’t matter which daughter they are going to send away for marriage.

“Oh, one more thing. I think this will make you decide better,” she said before bringing another piece of

paper from her bag.

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My world shattered when my eyes landed on the ultrasound result that she handed me.

“Yes, I’m pregnant, sister. And Sebastian is the father,” she said, answering my unspoken question.

“So, quit being a bitch and let us have our happy ending. You wouldn’t want your niece or nephew to

grow up as bastards, would you? Now, sign the divorce paper and get out of our lives.”

For the past three years, I’ve been nothing but a good and devoting wife to Sebastian. I tried my best to

fill the void just to make this arrangement work. But in the end, he still chooses to cheat on me. After all

that she did to him, he still chooses him. And despite my efforts, he had strayed, seeking solace in

another woman’s arms. Catherine, the shadow from his past, had returned, and he welcomed her back

with open arms.

I mustered every ounce of inner strength, my voice firm as I asserted, “This matter is between me and

my husband. I’ll speak with him before making any decisions.” Perhaps it was the tiniest flicker of hope

that compelled those words, a desperate wish that everything I had painstakingly built over the past

three years had etched a place for me in Sebasti.

She smirked. “Fine. You want to see it with your own eyes? Here’s my key card. Room 209. Come see

for yourself,” she said before leaving the key card on the table.

I could hear the shrieking sound of the chair against the floor as she stood up from the table. My eyes

remained fixed on the things above the table. I’m trying to hold myself up as I process everything.

an’s heart.

She, with her insufferable smirk, responded, “Fine. You want to see the truth with your own eyes.

Here’s my key card. Room 209. Come and discover reality for yourself,” dropping the key card on the

table with a soft clink.

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The scraping of her chair against the floor as she rose echoed in my ears, but my gaze remained

locked on the objects resting on the table. I struggled to hold myself together, my world unraveling as I

grappled with the painful truth that lay before me.

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My heart raced with each step as I exited the elevator. A heavy lump lodged firmly in my throat,

refusing to dislodge. Standing before Room 209, the door that held the enigmatic secrets of my

crumbling world, I hesitated. The number 209 had become etched into my consciousness, a haunting

reminder of my unspoken fears. But today, I couldn’t delay any longer.

With trembling hands, I finally found the courage to raise my knuckles and rap them softly against the

door. The sound echoed in the corridor, the seconds stretching like an eternity.

Just as my heart thundered with anticipation, the elevator chimed, a sound that sent a jolt of panic

coursing through me. Without a second thought, I fled, darting into one of the shadowy nooks that lined

the corridor. My heart raced as I dared to peek out from behind the wall, my breath catching in my

throat.

Then the world as I knew it unraveled before me. Sebastian, his handsome face etched with a mixture

of anxiety and anticipation, emerged from the elevator clutching a bouquet of flowers. The sight of him

holding those blossoms meant to win another’s heart left me shattered and vulnerable, my own heart

aching with the weight of betrayal.

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The door opened before he could even knock. Catherine’s arms quickly wrapped around his nape as

she pulled him inside the hotel room.

I think that’s more than enough reason for me to leave this misery. I went straight home to pack my

things.

“Mrs. Foster, what would you like us to prepare for dinner?” Celia, our housekeeper, asked me as I

stepped inside the house.

“Go, ask the new lady of the house, Celia,” I vaguely answered before heading straight to our room.

As I moved with purpose, carefully selecting a few pairs of jeans and shirts, I gathered my essentials

into a travel bag-a passport, a wallet, and the remnants of a life I had strived to build. Amidst the rush,

my gaze snagged on a piece of paper peeking from the depths of my bag. With a racing heart, I

retrieved it and snatched up a pen from my vanity mirror, determination etched across my face.

There, in that quiet moment, I signed the divorce papers without hesitation, the ink flowing like a

bittersweet confession. I laid the document on top of the bedside table, a stark declaration of my choice

and a message for Sebastian to confront.

With my essentials packed and that final act of separation completed, I set out on a path unknown,

away from the life that had become a web of betrayal and heartache. The airport beckoned, and

without a second thought, I secured a ticket to the first destination that caught my eye, a beacon of

hope on the horizon.

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