Secret Billionaire’s Contract Bride: Marrying My Enemy’s Lover

Chapter 40

POV: “Adelaide*

“I’m home!” I called out as I took the first step into our home. It had been my little routine ever since I had started living there. There was that I loved more than hearing Damon call. “Welcome back!” to me.

But today was different.

Silence, dark and familiar, met my ears as I stood in the hallway, taking off my shoes and coat. Damon’s voice didn’t call back. In fact, no one did.

“Hello? Damon?” I called out, concerned.

I knew for a fact he was here. His car was parked in the driveway, though a bit more crooked than usual.

“Damon?”

1 headed for the living room, the bad feeling in my gut multiplying by the second as I checked for my husband’s whereabouts. But he was nowhere to be found.

“Damon!” I cried, fear twisting in my throat as I took the stairs two at a time, racing to our bedroom. Damon had never failed to answer me back. not even once.

My heart pounded furiously, and I felt like it could race out of my chest like in one of those old cartoons.

I pushed open the bedroom door, and my heart skipped a beat, ice crawling up my blood in pure fear as 1 spotted Damon lying perfectly still on the bed.

His shoes hung off the edge, and a hand was thrown over his face. There were no lights on, and I couldn’t tell if he was still breathing or not.

“Damon!” I yelled, rushing forward as I threw myself onto the bed next to him, my hands immediately checking for a pulse.

Faster than I could blink, a hand shot out, gripping my wrist like a vice. I jumped, feeling like I had lost ten years of my life until I spotted the dark look on Damon’s face.

“What?” he asked, voice heavy and groggy. He’d probably been dozing off.

I grasped my chest where my pounding heart was ready to give out.

“Oh, thank god you’re okay!” I breathed a sigh of relief.

I be?” Damon asked, moving to stand. Something was off about him, though. His words were slightly slurred together, and he

blinked in surprise, completely flabbergasted as I watched him struggle to

am?” he growled, grumpily

completely taken aback by the sour mood he was in.

An enemy.

truly drunk before. Tipsy,

allowed himself to get that

follow him into the bathroom. He was

onto his toothbrush.

he used way too much force. The poor tube of toothpaste

his hand and unscrewing the cap. Damon blinked at it in confusion when I

that!” He snatched the tube from me, properly

closer. I stretched out my hand, ready to comfort him in any way I could, but Damon

happened,” he

shoved away, the rejection stinging more than the touch. I swallowed, heat gathering behind my eyes.

Not even when I thought we were enemies as kids. This was beyond drunk

Damon as my little bit of patience

Damon,” I crossed my arms, unhappily. “Because you’re being a complete *sshole right

now,”

rinsing his mouth. He turned to me, intent on leaving the

I planted myself in the doorway, facing him dead on. “I get that you’re drunk and in a bad mood. But this is no way to treat me. Stop acting like a child, and talk to me like the adult that

of a burning star. “Everything’s my fault! Stupid Damon can’t do anything right, can’t please

me into the bedroom. I knew I shouldn’t. I knew he was drunk

just how to push my buttons.

just want you

Damon spun on his heel, glaring at me. There wasn’t just fury

over

marry Ashton just because he was handsome. You married me to spite your family. What if someone else comes

heard a crack somewhere as my heart snapped in two. As doubt and hurt and fear carved it out until it was

I whispered, wrapping my

and guilt, but in a flash, it was gone, replaced only by the knives he coated in