Trapped with My Billionaire Ex-Husband

SEBASTIAN

I didn’t waste any minutes. I drove straight to my friend’s house. Since becoming a family man, he always gets home by five in the afternoon. That’s why, instead of heading to his house, I went straight to his house. I’m determined to get my son, no matter what happens. And Lucas is the best lawyer I’ve known and a good friend of mine. If I want to win this battle, I need him by my side.

“Mr. Foster, good evening,” one of the maids greeted me. Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Good evening. Please inform Lucas of my presence,” I told her. I didn’t get the chance to call before showing up. I was so focused on getting the job done that I didn’t see the need to call.

It didn’t take long before Lucas walked down the stairs to greet me.

“Sebastian? What brings you here?” Lucas was greeted with a frown.

“I need your help,” I said straightforwardly. I didn’t come here to beat around the bush.

“Sure. Let’s go to my office,” he said as he led the way to his office.

“I hope Garried doesn’t mind me barging in unannounced,” I said as he stepped inside his home office.

“Oh, she does mind, bud. I have a strict bedtime, you know? She only allows me to talk to you for fifteen minutes. So, I need to be back to my wife’s arm as soon as possible,” he answered as he continued to walk towards the bar counter before pouring a glass of scotch. “What’s up? Your clock is ticking,” he chuckled before handing me one of the glasses that he had prepared.

He walked around his work desk while I took the liberty of sitting on the chair in front of his table.

“Don’t worry. This wouldn’t take long,” I answered.

“Okay, shoot!” he said as he sat on his swivel chair before sipping from his glass.

“I need you to be my lawyer,” I started.

“Of course! That’s why I’m in your retainer, right? So, what is this all about?” he asked curiously.

“I need you to do everything in my power to get me my son,” I said.

“Wait? You have a son?” He asked in utter surprise. “And here I thought I was your best friend. You didn’t even bother telling me?” He said, then acted as if he’d truly been wounded.

“If it makes you feel better, I’ve also become aware of it a few hours ago. Thanks to my ex-wife,” I said,

He frowned and stared at me for a minute. “Wait a minute. You had a son with Blaire, and she didn’t tell you about it?”

“Why do you think I’m here, dumbass?”

He raises his eyebrow before he drinks the glass of scotch in one go, then puts it on the table. “Well, bad news is, this dumbass will drop your pompous ass. I will not be your lawyer; as a matter of fact, I might volunteer to become Blair’s lawyer to make sure that you won’t get her son away from her,” he said before indulging in a death glare challenge with me. “What the hell are you talking about? I’m not paying you a million dollars to go against my order!”

“No, you don’t. But I’m doing this for you as a friend. Consider this my gift” he said with an annoying smirk on his face.

“You’ve

got to be kidding me! I need to be with my son, and you’re telling me you’re not going to help? How can that be a gift?” I’m starting to get irritated. I thought this would be the easiest part of my journey to get my son, but it seems like I was wrong. What the hell is wrong with him?

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“Okay, let me explain this, bud. First, I’m a corporate lawyer. Custody battles aren’t my expertise. And even if I can clearly win your case with my talent and brilliance, I’m not going to do something that you’re going to regret in the end.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said, rolling my eyes at him before drinking the glass of scotch up to its last drop. I didn’t wait for him to offer me another glass. I walked towards the mini bar and poured myself.

“Let me ask you a question. Instead of wasting your money with lawyers, why don’t you just try to get Blaire back? In that case, it solves all your problems.”

“You know I can’t do that. I’m married,” I answered. That word feels alien to me. I can’t remember when was the last time that I even considered myself a married person.

“And that, my friend, is the reason why,” Lucas said without much context.

I frowned at him, contemplating what he was trying to say. “You have to be more specific.”

He then walked towards me, snatched the bottle of scotch with my hand, and poured it into his glass. “The mere fact that your answer to my question was that you’re married, instead of saying you don’t

love her, It seems like you are more in need of a divorce lawyer than a family law attorney,” he smirked before clicking his glass against mine.

I was stunned for a minute. I hate that Lucas makes a good point. But the problem was me. I’m too proud to admit that I’ve been so stupid in the past. I made decisions that I truly regret, yet I have no courage to make them right. I just kind of let everything be as is.

Lucas tapped my shoulder, which brought me back to my senses. “Listen carefully, bud. Coming from a person who also tried to divorce his wife out of pride, which he definitely failed and regretted in the end, wooing the mother is the best and most effective way to get your son without a sweat.”

I immediately shoved his hand away from my shoulder. “You’re no use,” I said before finishing my glass. “I’m leaving. If you’re not going to help me, then I’m going to find another lawyer who can do it.”

“Be my guest, Sebastian. But let me remind you: if you go down that path, expect me to come running towards Blaire’s side. And I promise you, I’ll make sure you’re not going to win,” he smirked before raising his glass as a toast.

“Who’s side are you on?” I asked irritatedly.

“I’m on the side of love,” he chuckled. “Trust me, you’re going to thank me sooner rather than later,” he added.

“Fck you!” I cursed him before leaving his office. As soon as I stepped out of his office, I bumped into his wife, Garrie.

“Oh! Hi, Sebastian. Leaving so soon?” she asked curiously.

“Yes, because your husband is being a 4ss.”

She giggled. “He’s not Lucas if he isn’t.”

“How’s the kids?”

“They’re fine. They’re asleep. They still have school tomorrow.”

“Motherhood soothes you well. You make it look like taking care of three kids seems easy.”

“Oh, trust me, it isn’t,” she said.

I was about to respond again when I heard a thunderous voice behind me. “Stop flirting with my wife! Lucas warned me.

Carrie rolls her eyes at her husband. “You’re not cute. Stop being jealous of everyone!”

I chuckled. “I think I have to go”

“Yeah, you should be!” Lucas yelled.

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“Lucas, stop it!” Garried tried to calm him down.

I just raised my middle finger to him as a response.

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Leaving Lucas’s house, his words weighed heavily on my mind. His suggestion to avoid fighting Blaire in court made sense, but I felt unsure about where to start.

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Lost in thought, I drove home almost automatically, the sound of the engine blending with my swirling thoughts. I snapped back to reality when the security guard knocked on my car window, reminding me of my surroundings. Shaking off my daze, I parked and stepped out of the car, feeling grounded but still uncertain about the future.

As I entered the house, a heavy weight settled in my chest, weighing me down with a sense of unease. I hadn’t even fully stepped inside when the sound of a familiar voice cut through the silence, pulling me from my thoughts.

“Where have you been, Sebastian?”