Trapped with My Billionaire Ex-Husband (Blair and Sebastian)

Chapter 20

BLAIRE

It feels like our honeymoon stage is over. For the last few weeks, we've been over the moon. We can't keep our hands to ourselves and always indulge in an adventurous. journey full of passion and desire. All those passionate nights I've spent with him made up for the past year that we lost.

But now that it was over, our lives got back to the way they were. Sebastian becomes busier with the opening of his newly constructed hotel. I was left in the house most of the time, looking after my father. Though Sebastian hired a nurse to take care of him, still want to assist him in any way I can.

During my

free time, I still manage to bake some cake as a past time. This afternoon, I wanted to bake a chocolate moose for Sebastian. I've been busy the whole time, so I wasn't able to check my phone. I figure that since Sebastian was busy with his meetings. he wouldn't be able to text or call me.

“Is Mrs. Foster here?” I heard Clifford's voice right outside the kitchen. “Yes, she is,” he answered in a female voice, probably one of the maids.

It didn't take long before Clifford walked right into the kitchen. I was too focused on sifting the cocoa powder on top of my chocolate moose, “Madam, is your phone with you?” he asked once he entered the kitchen.

“Hmm...” I thought for a second and realized that I had left it in my room. “No. It's in my room. Why? Is Sebastian with you? He's quite early.” I said as I peeked at the clock. hanging on the kitchen wall. It was just five in the afternoon. He usually comes home around seven in the evening.

But I didn’t get any answers from Clifford. Instead, he let out a loud sigh before reaching for his pocket. He brings out his phone and calls someone.

“Yes, sir. He's here. She said she left her phone in her room.” He stayed silent for a few moments before he answered again. “Yes, sir.” He then immediately handed me his phone.

I wipe my dirty has on my apron before getting the phone from Clifford. The

moment I put the phone near my ear, I inmediately heard Sebastian yelling on the

other line.

“Why the hell are you not picking up your phone?” he asked angrily.

1 frowned and arched my eyebrow upon hearing his tone towards me. “I don't like your

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tone, mister,” I started. “Why are you mad? Is this a matter of life and death?"

I heard his sharp breath from the other line. He blew a couple more breaths as if he were trying to calm himself down. After a few minutes, he speaks again.

“I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell at you. I just got worried when you weren't answering your phone. I thought something bad happened to you,” he explained.

“You could have called the house before overreacting. There's a lot of people here who's going to answer the phone.”

“I know. I'm sorry, I overreacted,” he quickly apologized.”l just thought... I've never seen this side of Sebastian before. When we were together before I left, we were like a normal couple. We would have breakfast and dinner together and sleep together. But we seldom talk. It was probably the reason why I opted to run away rather than talk to him. We started with a nonconventional relationship. We had never once talked about what kind of relationship we had. My sudden departure was probably the reason why he changed his treatment of me.

“I left?” I finished the sentence for him. “Sebastian, I'm not going anywhere, I assure him.

I heard him let out a loud sigh before he spoke again. “What have you been up to? Was that more important than checking up on your husband?” he asked. I can hear him. sulking on the other line.

“I'm baking you a cake,” I proudly told him.

“You did?” he said. He sounded so surprised.

“Yeah. So don't be mad at me anymore for not answering your call, okay? I'll see you later.

Are your

“I'll see you later. I can’t wait to cake. Don't let anyone eat it before me,” he said before hanging up the phone.

I offered Clifford a warm smile as I handed him back the phone. “I'd love to share a slice with you, but your boss made it clear that no one is allowed to indulge before him,” I remarked, a playful tone coloring my words.

“Madam, just the fact that you've lifted his cranky attitude is more than enough for me. He's been quite a challenge since this afternoon,” Clifford confessed with a knowing smile.

A hint of remorse flickered across my expression. “I apologize. I tend to lose track of everything when I'm in the kitchen.”

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“Oh, I've noticed,” Clifford chuckled. “And the boss certainly wasn't too thrilled about it.”

“I'll make a conscious effort to remember next time,” I promised, offering an apologetic smile.

“Thank you, madam. I'll go ahead. I need to report back to the office,” he said, bidding his goodbye as he left the kitchen..

I was smiling at myself as I looked at the beautiful cake that I prepared for Sebastian. I put it inside the fridge and chilled it since I will serve it later tonight at dinner as our dessert.

Once I'm done, I ask the maids to clean up the mess so I can prepare myself for dinner. I still have at least two hours before Sebastian arrives from work. I wanted to look my best when he came home, so I made it a point to always prepare myself.

I took a long, warm bath to freshen up. My b*dy feels tired from the long hours of mixing and baking. It felt refreshing after I got up from the bathtub. Once I dried myself up, I immediately went to the closet to pick up my clothes. I decided to wear at simple green dress since we're only having dinner at home. Though it's just a simple dinner, I wanted it to be special. I feel like, for the longest time, this is the first time that we were having dinner like a normal husband and wife.

I didn’t bother putting on some makeup. Instead, I applied some serum and cream to brighten up my face. I looked at the clock, and it's already six thirty in the evening. Just a few more minutes, and Sebastian will be here. I wanted to be the one who prepared the meal for him, so I decided to go down before he arrived.

I was so humming in happiness as I made my way to the kitchen to check on the preparations for dinner. I haven't even reached the door to the kitchen, but I can already hear women's voices giggling and laughing. Thinking it was the maids that were having a good laugh while working, I shrugged my shoulders and continued to go inside the kitchen.

My eyes widen in utter shock when I see what's happening inside the kitchen. It was Catherine and her friends eating the cake that I prepared for Sebastian.

“Who told you to eat that?” I stormed inside the kitchen angrily.

“It was in the fridge. My friends and I wanted to have some desserts along with our coffee. So, what seems to be the problem?”

“Don’t you know how to read? I put a note on it. Didn't you see it?"

She rolls her eyes at me. “Come on, Blaire. It’s just a cake, okay? If it's a big deal, then I'll buy you one. It wasn't that good,” she said.

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"I baked that, dimwit.” I insulted her in return.

She arched her eyebrow. She scoffs, “Now, I understand why it tastes so bad.” Her friends behind her started laughing. “Don’t worry, I'll buy you a new one, a delicious

one.”

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“Maybe you should also buy some manners. So next time, you'll know that it's not good. to touch things that are not yours, I told her.

“Look who's talking,” she said, crossing her arms in front of her chest as she gave me a condescending look. “Maybe you're the one who should learn not to touch other people's belongings,” she said. She sounded as if she wasn't referring to the cake

anymore.

“I didn’t touch anything that wasn't mine,” I responded confidently. Even if it was Sebastian that he was referring to. I'm sure as hell that he isn’t hers. I already confirmed it when he chose to remain married to me despite my offer for divorce.

“Sebastian is mine,” she said with gritted teeth, confirming my suspicion.

“Sebastian isn't someone's belonging. He has the freedom to choose whoever he wants. to be with. And clearly, he chose me, not you. So, stop acting as if I stole something from you. You're the one who ran away from your engagement with him. You have nothing to blame but yourself. You have already made your bed. Now, you have to sleep on it.” I deliberately shoved her aside to get the remaining cake and save it for Sebastian.

“You, b*tch!” Catherine said before pushing the cake towards me, causing it to spill all over my dress. The last remaining piece of cake that I baked was now on the tiled floor.

And that's my last straw. I grabbed the piece of cake from the floor and shoved it in her face. She was screaming as I tried to grab her hair. I pulled her as hard as I could until she fell to the ground. Then, I wipe her face on the floor where the rest of the cake was.

“You want cake? Now, it's the cake,” I told her as I pushed her head to the ground, preventing her from fighting back. Her friends were probably taken aback by my actions, or they were afraid to touch me since they probably know that my husband owns this house.

“Get your filthy hands off me, b*tch!” she keeps on shouting as she struggles to escape my wrath. But since I was pinning her so hard on the ground, she couldn't do anything but scream to the top of her lungs. Her mouth was so wide open that I grabbed the piece of cake on the ground and shoved it inside her mouth. “Stop it, Blaire!” she shouted once again. “Mom! Dad!" she yelled for her parents in a desperate attempt to

escape.

“What's going on? Oh, my go d! Catherine!” It was Stacy's voice that I heard, who just

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came inside the kitchen. “Blaire, that's enough!” she said as she pulled me back as hard as she could.

“Blaire Allicent! Stop it this instance!” My father’s voice boomed all over the kitchen. That's the only thing that can make me stop assaulting this b*tch.

“What's going on here?” he asked as he approached us with a cane. His eyes widen in horror upon seeing our situation. “Blaire! What have you done with your sister?”

“Dad, Blaire attacked me just because I ate her stu pid cake.” It was Catherine, who initially ran behind my father to hide, who was the first one to answer.

“Stu pid? You're the one who's stu pid. I clearly made a note not to touch it, but you still did. Are you doing this on purpose? After what you did to ruin my marriage?”

“What's going on here?” Dad asked in confusion. “Blaire, what are you talking about? Who's marriage is ruined? And please, stop talking to your sister like that.”

“She's not my sister, dad! She's the daughter of the who re that you get to replace my mother!” I was so mad that I lost control of myself. I didn't mean to say that, but it happened.

And before I could even apologize, I felt his strong hand touching my checks. I feel like my head is spinning from the impact of his slap. Not once has my father laid his hand. on me. So, it took me a complete surprise when he suddenly slapped me.

“I know this is your house, and your husband is the one helping us. But you have no right to talk to your mother like that,” he said.

A few seconds ago, I was already regretting what I said. But now, I'm taking it back. I'm glad I said that. “I'll repeat it again. She's not my sister, and most definitely, she’s not my mother!” I said this before walking out of the kitchen, leaving everyone behind.

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