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.

Something was off about him, though.

completely flabbergasted as I watched him struggle to kick off his shoes, eventually just leaning down

am?” he growled, grumpily heading

mood he was in. Usually, he’d never speak to me

An enemy.

Damon truly drunk before.

himself to get that far.

wrong?” I asked, pushing off the bed to follow him

onto his

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

the tube from his hand and unscrewing the cap. Damon blinked at it in confusion

knew that!” He snatched the tube from me, properly

stretched out my hand, ready to comfort him in any way I could, but Damon glared at me, pushing my hand away

he

hand he’d shoved away, the rejection stinging more than the touch. I swallowed, heat gathering

thought we

glaring at Damon as my little

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

now,”

his toothbrush into the sink as he finished rinsing his mouth. He turned to

I won’t!” 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

he glared at me with all the heat of a burning star. “Everything’s my fault! Stupid Damon can’t

he was drunk and just looking for a fight, but my temper

known just how to push

bedroom. “I just want you to stop treating me like I’m your

long?” Damon spun on his heel, glaring at me. There wasn’t just fury in his eyes, but something

back as Damon towered over me. For the first time, I actually felt

handsome. You married me to spite your family. What if someone else comes along with a better deal? Who’s to say you won’t

my heart snapped in two. As doubt and hurt and fear carved it out until it was hollow enough to make their

that?” I whispered, wrapping my arms around my

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