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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