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.

Damon asked, moving to stand. Something was off about him, though. His words were slightly slurred together, and he wobbled as he stood.

drunk?” I blinked in surprise, completely flabbergasted as I watched him struggle to kick

if I am?” he growled, grumpily heading for the

sour mood he was in. Usually, he’d never

An enemy.

never seen Damon truly drunk before. Tipsy, yes, but drunk?

never allowed himself to get that

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

his

used way too much force. The poor tube of toothpaste

the cap. Damon blinked at it in

He snatched the tube from me, properly applying his toothpaste now.

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

he growled.

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

I thought we were enemies as kids. This was beyond drunk

resolve, glaring at Damon as my

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

now,”

rinsing his mouth. He turned to me,

mood. But this is no way to treat me. Stop acting like a child, and talk to

yelled, throwing his hands above his head as he glared at me with all the heat of a burning star. “Everything’s my fault! Stupid Damon can’t do anything right, can’t please you

shoved past me into the bedroom. I knew I shouldn’t. I knew he was drunk and just looking for a fight, but my temper got the

always known just how to push my buttons.

that,” I snapped, following him into the bedroom. “I just want you to stop treating me like I’m your

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

that supposed to mean?” I snapped, stepping back as Damon towered over me. For the first

I said,” Damon replied, coldly. “You were going to marry Ashton just because he was handsome. You married me to spite your family. What if someone else comes along with a better deal? Who’s to

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

I whispered, wrapping my

and guilt, but in a flash, it was