Trapped with My Billionaire Ex-Husband by Mariya Mercedes

Chapter 27

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Sebastian’s question lingered in the air as I tried to gather my thoughts. Home didn’t seem like the right

destination, not with the emotional turmoil swirling within me. Yet the idea of going somewhere else felt

like an uncertain leap into the unknown. Sebastian’s presence beside me provided a reassuring anchor

as I grappled with the overwhelming emotions.

“Thank you for being here,” I whispered, my voice betraying the fragility of my

emotions.

A soft smile played on Sebastian’s lips as he reached for my face, his touch gentle as he caressed my

cheeks. “I’m always here with you, sweetheart. Cry as much as you want. And when you’re done, I’ll be

here waiting for you while offering you ice cream.”

I couldn’t help but tease him, “Where’s the ice cream?”

He chuckled, going along with my teasing. “Shoot! I don’t have one. Come on, you one,” he suggested,

the warmth of his smile infectious.

let’s get

As he started the engine and began to drive, I couldn’t help but chuckle at his playful demeanor. The

destination remained a mystery, but it hardly mattered. The distance. from those who had betrayed me

was enough solace, and having Sebastian by my side made the journey more bearable. The car

moved forward, carrying us away from the shadows of betrayal and towards a place where the weight

of the past could momentarily fade.

In the car’s quiet cocoon, I allowed myself to let go, the tears streaming down my cheeks a cathartic

release. Sebastian’s presence beside me and his silent support spoke volumes. It was a reassurance

that I wasn’t facing this pain alone and that someone cared enough to be there during my darkest

moments.

As we drove, the city lights blurred into streaks of color, a metaphor for the emotions that painted my

heart. The subtle hum of the engine and the rhythmic flow of the road. beneath us provided a

comforting backdrop to the tumult within. I found solace in the shared silence and in the unspoken

understanding that existed between us.

Eventually, the car came to a gentle stop. I looked around, not recognizing the place. Sebastian turned

to me with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Ice cream shop just around the corner. What flavor do you

feel like having

His playful enthusiasm lifted my spirits. “Surprise me,” I replied with a genuine smile.

We stepped out of the car and walked hand in hand toward the inviting glow of the ice cream shop. The

bell chimed as we entered, and the sweet aroma of various flavors.

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filled the air. It was a small haven of sweetness in the midst of life’s complexities.

Sebastian, true to his word, selected an assortment of flavors, creating a vibrant mosaic. of scoops in a

cone. We found a cozy corner and indulged in the simple pleasure of ice cream, each bite a distraction

from the weight of recent revelations. The laughter that followed, genuine and unrestrained, echoed

through the small shop, a testament to the resilience found in shared moments of joy.

As we sat there, savoring the sweetness that life still had to offer, I realized that healing was a gradual

process. The road ahead might be uncertain, but with Sebastian by my side and the simple joy of an

ice cream cone, I felt a glimmer of hope flicker in the darkness. The journey towards rebuilding and

finding peace had just begun, but for now, in that quaint ice cream shop, I found solace in the present

moment and the promise of a brighter tomorrow.

The air was filled with the lightness of laughter and the warmth of shared moments as Sebastian and I

found solace in our conversation. The quaint ice cream shop became at haven, shielding us from the

weight of recent revelations. But, as they say, good things always come to an end.

His pocket emitted a familiar ring, and Sebastian, with a subtle shift in expression, retrieved his phone.

I couldn’t help but notice the change in his demeanor-a subtle transformation from the carefree laughter

to a more composed and guarded state.

“Who is it?” My curiosity got the better of me, and the question slipped out before I could gauge its

impact.

Sebastian’s gaze momentarily shifted to his phone, a fleeting acknowledgment of the caller’s identity.

“It’s your stepmother,” he replied, slipping the phone back into hist pocket.

The revelation hung in the air, a subtle tension weaving its way into the cozy ambiance. of the ice

cream shop. I couldn’t shake the feeling that the intrusion of my stepmother into our moment of respite

was no mere coincidence. The complexities of our intertwined pasts seemed to rear their heads,

threatening to disrupt the fragile peace we had found.

“Aren’t you going to answer it?” I ventured, my voice betraying a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.

Sebastian’s response was measured, his gaze meeting mine as if seeking my guidance. “Do you want

me to?” he countered, leaving the decision hanging in the air.

His question caught me off guard, leaving me momentarily speechless. The idea of him answering the

call stirred a complex blend of emotions within me. There was a part of me that wanted to confront the

looming presence of my stepmother and face the complexities that lingered between us. Yet there was

also a deep-seated hesitation, a

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fear of reopening wounds that might still be raw.

“I don’t know,” I admitted, the uncertainty echoing in my voice.

Sebastian nodded, his understanding gaze offering reassurance. I’ll do whatever you’re comfortable

with,” he assured me.

The weight of his words sank in, and I found myself grappling with the decision. Would answering the

call lead to closure, or would it unravel a tapestry of emotions that were better left undisturbed?

After a contemplative moment, I nodded, a subtle acknowledgment that he could answer if he deemed

it necessary. As Sebastian brought out his phone, a palpable tension settled over our small corner of

the ice cream shop. The ambient sounds seemed to hush as he accepted the call, the connection with

my stepmother looming like a specter.

Their conversation remained hushed, words exchanged in a language only they understood. I couldn’t

help but wonder about the nature of their discussion. What did my stepmother want, and how did it

intertwine with the newfound peace I had found in Sebastian’s company?

As the call concluded, Sebastian pocketed his phone, his expression betraying a mixture of resignation

and a touch of concern. “It’s about your sister,” he said, a guarded tone underscoring his words.

The mention of my father brought a surge of conflicting emotions. Concern for his well-being mingled

with the complicated dynamics of family ties. “What did she say?” I inquired, bracing myself for

whatever information might be revealed.

Sebastian sighed, his gaze meeting mine with a hint of weariness. “They have your sister’s test results.

They wanted us to be there when the doctor explained everything. We don’t need to go if you don’t

want to,” Sebastian assures me.

“Why do we need to be there? It’s not like we can do something about her situation,” I said.

“I realize it might all feel overwhelming. However, now that you’re aware of the truth, don’t you think it’s

an opportunity for a fresh start with your sister? We can’t predict how long she’ll be here on Earth.

Don’t delay until it becomes too late,” he suggested.

His words made me think deeply, reminding me that time is uncertain, especially for my sister. The idea

of starting anew with her became a clear call to action, urging me not to miss the chance. The

complexities of our past faded momentarily, and the thought of waiting leading to regrets pushed me to

seize the moment.

His advice encouraged me to break free from hesitation and consider reconciliation

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with my sister. The realization of her limited time motivated me to put aside differences, mend bonds,

and embark on a journey of healing

In the quiet reflection than followed. I felt a willingness to confront the past and embrace a brighter

future. The uncertainty of life emphasized the importance of cherishing moments and building enduring

connections.

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