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

Chapter 34

BLAIRE

I was walking back and forth while twiddling my thumb inside our room. I was hoping that Sebastian would come here so we could finally sort things out. We need to have

that talk as soon as possible, or I'm going to start losing my mind. After a few minutes of waiting, I was startled upon hearing a soft knock on the door. I slumped my shoulder in disappointment because it's clearly obvious that it wasn’t Sebastian who was on the other side of the door. He wouldn't be knocking if it was him.

I took a loud breath before walking towards the door. When I opened it, I found Celia standing outside my room.

“Hi, Miss Blaire,” she greeted me with a soft smile.

“Hi, Celia,” I responded.

“There's an invitation for you, Miss Blaire. It arrived the other day, but I didn't get at chance to give it to you,” Celia explained.

“It's fine. Thank you,” I said as I reached for the card.

“Are you going?” she asked when I was about to close the door.

I met Celia’s gaze; her revelation about the gala invitation caught me off guard. “I didn’t mean to pry, but I notice

that it was an invitation for tonight's gala. You and Mr. Foster were invited,” she mentioned, her eyes filled with a curious blend of concern and curiosity.

A puzzled look settled on my face as I processed her words. “Well, you know how it is. These invitations can be a bit last-minute,” I responded, mustering a smile that I hoped would divert her attention. Attempting to deflect further scrutiny, I added, “I'm a little under the weather lately. So, I'm not sure if I should go.” The lie slipped from my lips with practiced case.

Celia’s gaze shifted, assessing my appearance with a discerning eye. “Now that you mention it, you kind of look a little pale. And it seems like you've lost a lot of weight these past few weeks, she observed, her concern genuine.

“It's nothing, Celia. I'm fine, I reassured her, downplaying the severity of my condition even though the truth lingered in my wearied eyes. “Besides, I don't think I have anything to wear since I got this invitation late," I added, grasping at excuses to shield the real reasons that kept me from attending.

Celia’s expression softened with understanding, and she offered a sympathetic apology. “I'm sorry,” she said, though the responsibility for my predicament wasn't hers to bear.”

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But it didn't take long before her face lit up like a light bulb. “I know a place where. can get a nice gown. Mr. Foster gets his suit from that place. Let's go!” she said, pulling my arm excitedly.

I wasn't planning to go to that gala, but Celia insisted on bringing me to that boutique. So, I decided to go along with her for now. I'll think about whether I should go or not later.

When we get to the garage, I notice that Sebastian's car is not there, so I figure he already went to work without letting me know. I feel my heart tighten as I think about Sebastian. It seems like he totally forgot about us the moment he found out the truth about why Catherine left on the night of their engagement. I already feel like it won't be that long before he decides to end our relationship. I tried to shake it off my head and not let it bother me. I will try my best not to assume anything until I get a chance to talk to Sebastian.

We head towards the car. Celia takes the shotgun seg while I take the driver seat.

Sebastian usually insists that I ask anyone in the house to drive me around whenever I need to do something outside, and he’s not there to drive me. But today. I wanted to drive by myself.

Celia looks more excited to go to that boutique than me. She excitedly tells me how beautiful the dresses are in that botique. Somehow, her excitement radiates through me. I can’t remember when was the last time I'd been to a party, and I can't help but feel excited as well.

I parked the car right outside the botique. After that, Celia and I quickly went inside the boutique. We are immediately welcomed by the staff of the boutique. They asked us all sorts of questions that I had no idea about. We hadn't been long inside the boutique when someone caught our attention.

"Celia! You're here?”

“Hi, Roman! I'm surprised to see you here."Celia greeted him with a peck on the cheek.

“You know I'm always here whenever there's an important client. But what are you doing here?” he asked with his feminine voice and soft hands waving in the air. “You're obviously not here to pick up Mr. Foster's suit,” he added.

“Why would you say that?” Celia asked curiously.

“Well, Mr. Foster is already here to pick up his suit. So, I assume you aren't here for that,” he explained.

I felt a lump in my throat when I heard what Roman said. He's here to pick up his suit, so it means he’s planning on going to that party. Yet he didn’t even inform me about it. Since he had time to custom-make a suit for tonight, it only means that he had known

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about this for quite some time now.

Celia probably noticed my sudden change of mood, so she tried to salvage the conversation. “Yes, I am here to help Mrs. Foster find a gown for tonight. I know it's late notice, but I trust that you have a beautiful ready-made gown for my madam,” Celia explained.

“M-Mrs. Foster? You're Mrs. Foster?" He repeated it as if he couldn't believe what he just heard.

“Why? Is there any problem with that?” I asked.

He nervously smiled before he answered. “Of course not, Mrs. Foster.” “Well...” Celia interrupted, following up about the purpose of us coming here.

“Yeah, we do have a lot of gowns that will perfectly fit you, Mrs. Foster,” he responded, trying to pick up the mood. “If you will just follow me..." We immediately follow Roman to where his gowns are. But we were all stunned when we suddenly bumped into someone I wasn't expecting. They were about to come out of the room where the gowns were displayed. It was Sebastian, and on his side was Catherine as she held his arm tightly.

“Blaire.” He uttered my name in surprise. Shock was evident in his eyes. He probably wasn't expecting us to meet under these circumstances.

“Are you here to pick up a gown for tonight's gala?" Catherine asked smilingly, as if nothing were wrong with our current situation. I'm not sure whether she’s ignorant or not for not having a clue that this isn't acceptable.

“Yes,” I coldly answered.

“Oh, so you're coming to tonight's gala? That's so exciting! We can come together,” she added.

My eyes darken, and I clench my fist, trying to stop myself from punching my stepsister in the face. I looked at Sebastian, waiting to see what he'd do with our situation. But he remained silent, which agitates me even more.

“No, thanks. I'd prefer to drive myself, I answered. “If you'll excuse me, I still have a gown to fit,” I said as I walked past them, forcing them to separate.

“Charge whatever she gets into my account,” I heard Sebastian say to Roman.

I turned around to look at him and said, “There's no need. Unlike other people, I can pay for my dress. I don't need your money,” I said, trying to save my face from the humiliation I get from them. After saying that, I didn't bother waiting for his response. I

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quickly turned around and entered the room.

My legs suddenly felt weak as I finally found myself in the solitude of that room. It didn’t take long before Celia followed me inside. She found me leaning on the wall as I clenched my chest.

"Are

you okay, Miss Blaire?" she asked as she gently guided me towards the couch. “Oh, cr ap! How stup id of me to ask that. Of course, you're not okay,” she said, condemning herself.

It didn't take long before Roman entered the room as well. He looks apologetic. “I'm so sorry. I have no idea,” he apologized.-

“It's fine. It's not your fault,” I said, assuring him.

“You know what? I have an idea,” he said, smiling as if he's planning something wicked.

“Whatever your plan is, as long as it will help Miss Blaire get back to those two, I'm in,” Celia answered.

I chuckled. “May I remind you that both of you are on his payroll, not mine?”

“Oh, boo-h o o! We'll make his money worth it by taking care of his wife when he should be the one doing that,” Celia complained. “So, what's your plan, Roman?” Celia asked excitedly.

“I have the perfect revenge dress for this,” Roman said.

“Revenge dress?” I asked innocently.

“Remember the story about a princess who was cheated on by her husband? Then the next day, she went out on the press wearing this se xy, gorgeous black dress. We'll do that as well. But this will be more daring and seductive. Let's see what your husband will say if he sees you in this dress,” Roman explained as he slowly went inside another room to pick up the dress that he was talking about.

He retrieves a black serpentine dress from his closet, its sinuous fabric flowing gracefully as he unveils it. The dress, with its sleek and winding design, exudes an air of mystery and allure. The deep, inky hue accentuates its serpentine charm, creating a garment that promises to wrap around the wearer with a subtle yet captivating embrace. As it hangs delicately in his hands, the dress seems to possess a quiet elegance, ready to transform the wearer into a mesmerizing figure of enchantment.

“Isn't that too revealing?” I asked the moment I saw the dress.

“It is. But isn’t that our goal in the first place?” Roman responded.

“It's so beautiful, Roman! You're as talented as expected!” Celia commented, clapping.

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“Come on, Miss Blaire. Try it on,” she suggested.

As I stood up, a nervous anticipation coursed through me, and I carefully shed my clothes to slip into the alluring black serpentine dress he had brought out. The smooth, cool fabric embraced my skin as I delicately maneuvered into its sleek contours. The dress seemed to meld seamlessly with my form, hugging every curve with a seductive allure.

The sleek material clung to my b*dy with a sultry grace, tracing the curve of my shoulders, accentuating the gentle swell of my waist, and cascading down to k*ss the floor in a seamless flow.

The neckline, a tasteful plunge that hinted at sensuality without sacrificing sophistication, drew attention to the graceful curve of my neck. The gown’s back, a daring interplay of straps and open design, added a touch of mystery to its allure.

As I moved, the fabric whispered in hushed tones, a symphony of darkness and desire. The gown'’s slit was extremely high; with one wrong move, it could expose my most intimate part.

“I don’t think I can wear this. The slit is too high,” I commented.

“Don’t worry, Miss Blaire. I created this dress with slip-proofing. No one is going to see whatever it is that you're intending to show,” he responded. “Trust me,” he added.

I took a deep breath as I decided to let everything fall into Roman's hands. He's the designer, so he definitely knows his gowns better. I blew a deep sigh and said, “Okay, I'll take this. How much?” I asked. “It's ten thousand dollars,” Roman answered.

My eyes almost budged out of my eye socket when I heard him say the price of the gown that I was wearing. “That expensive? I don't think I can afford this,” I said.

“Nah! It's all good. Didn't you hear your husband say that we'd charge everything into his account? Miss Blaire, this isn't the time to be that strong, independent woman who for herself. You're his wife, so you're entitled to everything he owns. That's the money you're spending, madam. No need to be ashamed of.”

can pay

“But...

His words echoed in the room: “No buts. We're going to charge him for everything. Even this...”

My eyes widened in surprise as he revealed a dazzling set of diamond earrings and a necklace. The exquisite jewelry sparkled under the lights, and my jaw dropped at the heer opulence before me.

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“This one costs one hundred thousand dollars. And it perfectly suits your gown, Madam.”

I hesitated, feeling a mix of awe and reluctance. “No, no, no. That's too much!” I protested.

He dismissed my concerns with a wave of his hand. “It’s fine. I'm sure your husband won't say anything about this. If he does, then you are free to bring it back to my boutique,” he assured me.

“Are you sure?” I questioned, still marveling at the luxurious jewels in my hands.

“Of course! Everything for my perfect revenge dress plan,” he exclaimed with excitement. “Celia, please tell my assistant to call my glam team. We have a queen to prepare.”

As the plan unfolded, I couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation. The glamorous attire and dazzling jewels became part of a grand scheme, a visual representation of reclaiming power and elegance. The excitement in the air signaled not just a transformation in appearance but a symbolic act of empowerment, a bold step into the spotlight with confidence and poise.

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