Trapped with My Billionaire Ex-Husband

Chapter 6 BLAIRE I went upstairs to find my room. I have no plans on sharing the same room with Sebastian. There’s no point in doing that since we already got. divorced. Despite his claims that we’re still husband and wife, I have already forgotten that I once used to be his wife. But the little voice inside my head couldn’t help but be sarcastic. “Do you? Have you really forgotten everything about him?” I hate it when even my subconscious is more honest than myself. No. matter how hard I tried to deny it, he still has an effect on me, just like he used to before. “Candice, can you please clean the guest room for me? I’ll be using that while I’m here,” I said to one of the maids. “Madam Foster?” she replied with obvious confusion. “And also, please refrain from calling me Madam Foster from now on. Call me Miss Banks, or better yet, just call me Blaire,” I ordered her. “M-Madam? “I don’t think I can do that,” she said with hesitation. “Fine. Call me whatever you like. Just don’t call me with that h orendous name again,” I said before heading towards the guestroom as I pulled my luggage. Candice then quickly followed me. She has no choice but to clean the guest room since I’m already there. Maybe she finally figures out that I have no plan to share the room with my ex-husband. I tried to help them out as they were trying to clean up the room. They tried to talk me out of it, but I insisted. They were probably wondering what had gotten into me. I must admit, one year ago, I didn’t know anything about doing things around the house. I was used to having people do everything for me. But since I left, I have learned how to take care of myself without relying on anyone. 62% Chapter 6 Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

It was already late in the afternoon when we finally finished fixing the room. I wasn’t planning on putting my clothes inside the drawer since I have no plan of staying here for long. But I forgot to tell them not to touch. it, and they’d already put it out of my luggage before I even noticed. I was too tired to put it all back, so I decided to let it be for the time being. “Madam… I-I’m sorry. I’m not really comfortable addressing your informally,” Candice apologized.She had a tray of bread and juice on her hand when she went back to my room. “It’s fine, Candice. You can always call me Blaire,” I replied. “I think that sounds better given the fact that I might be in trouble if Mr. Foster hears me calling you Miss Banks and not Mrs. Foster,” she said, followed by a chuckle. “What’s wrong with that? I’m no longer Mrs. Foster since our divorce, so I don’t think you’re doing anything wrong,” I insisted. “I’d rather not try my luck with that, Miss Blaire. You know how ruthless. Mr. Foster can be,” she insisted. “Well, I’d rather not talk about him. How have you been, by the way?” I asked, trying to change the topic. Candice has been a good friend of mine since I moved here to theter’s mansion. She helped me get through the times that I’ve been stru a new wife to Sebastian Foster. We became close friends as I tried t familiarize myself with my new environment. “If you’ll ask me, everything has changed since you left, Miss Blaire. T whole house has become awfully quiet. And it was barely a house since one is staying here other than us,” she started. “What do you mean?” I asked curiously. I couldn’t help but be intrigued. “Mister Foster was barely staying at home. He’s always in his office, working. If I didn’t know it better, I would assume that he doesn’t like staying at his own house,” she answered. “Or maybe he’s staying with his mistress all this time. I’m not here as

975 Chapter 6 anymore; he should have just brought her here,” I uttered in annoyance. “Mistress? Is that the reason why you filed for divorce?” she asked curiously. “Oh! I’m sorry! Me and my big mouth! I shouldn’t have asked that. I’m really sorry, Miss Blaire,” she quickly apologized. I just gave her a sweet smile in response. “I don’t know what happened between the two of you, and I have no right. to know the details. But if there’s something that I can assure. I can definitely attest to it: he was staying at his office, drowning himself at work. Clifford told me everything. He’s with Mister Foster all the time,” she said. “I’m sure it’s not all the time, Candice, I told her. I was not sure if it was her or myself that I was trying to convince. “That’s one thing I’m sure about, Miss Blaire. If Clifford and I weren’t in a relationship. I’d get suspicious about how close those two are. They are beside each other all the time,” she replied. “Really? You and Clifford?” I was surprised to know that those two were in a relationship. “Yeah, it just happened,” she said, shrugging her shoulders with a timid smile. “But enough of us,” she quickly dismissed. “As I was saying, the house has never been the same since you left, and neither has Mister Foster. He certainly misses you, Miss Blaire.” 11 I was out of words. I don’t know exactly what to say after hearing that. of me wanted to believe everything Candice said. But a larger part of n still has doubts about it. Especially when I saw it with my own eyes. Just when I was starting to doubt my decision, Sebastian arrived at home. with some news. I went down not to greet him but to talk to him about ou arrangement while I stayed at his house. But I wasn’t expecting to see my stepmother and my stepsister with him waiting for me in the living room. I raised my eyebrow when my eyes landed on the trail of luggage coming inside the house. “What’s going on?” I can’t help but ask. “Oh, dear! Thank you, Go d; you’re here! We were so scared!” my

Clugter d stepmother Elena said before grabbing me into a tight embrace. My face remains straight. Though I’m still confused about what’s happening. I can’t help but feel suspicious that I won’t like where this is going. “What are you doing here, Elena?” I asked coldly. “That’s not how you’re supposed to talk to your mother, dear, she replied. I tried to stop myself from vomiting. She has done nothing to call herself my mother. The evil stepmother is more suitable for her. I was about to speak once again when Sebastian butted in. “A group of ment attacked your house, Blaire. We suspected that it had something to do with your father’s debt. I assume that it wouldn’t be safe for anyone to stay in your house in the meantime,” he explained. “I’m sorry if we become a nuisance to you, Sebastian. We have no one to turn to. All of our friends turn their backs on us,” Stacy said. “I’m sure Blaire wouldn’t mind if we crashed in, right?” she said as she shifted her eyes towards me. I suddenly had an urge to rip off that smile from her face. I can’t help but wonder whether the attack was all real or whether she planned it all along so she could have a reason to stay at Sebastian’s house. “Of course, I wouldn’t mind. This isn’t my house to decide. Since Sebastian brought you all here, it seems like it has all been decided,” I replied with the most fake smile I could give. “Enjoy your stay.” I added before turning my back on them. I can’t stand being in the same space with the three of them. I feel like I am suffocating. What happens here only fuels my desire to leave this place as soon as possible.