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.

to stand. Something was off about him, though. His words were slightly slurred together, and he wobbled

watched him struggle

am?” he growled, grumpily heading for the bathroom.

frowned, completely taken aback by the sour mood he was in. Usually, he’d never speak to

An enemy.

seen Damon truly drunk before. Tipsy, yes,

himself to get that far.

bed to follow him into

his

toothpaste doesn’t work!” Damon snapped, irritatedly as he used way too much force. The poor tube

unscrewing the cap.

tube from me, properly applying his toothpaste now.

to comfort him in any way I could, but Damon glared

happened,” he growled.

away, the rejection stinging more than

like this. Not even when I thought we were enemies as kids. This

resolve, glaring at Damon as my little bit

unhappily. “Because

now,”

it,” Damon snapped, dropping his toothbrush into the sink as he finished rinsing his mouth. He turned to me, intent on leaving the bathroom, but I wasn’t going to

a bad mood. But

Damon 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

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

always known just how to push my buttons.

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

glaring at me. There wasn’t just fury in his eyes, but something raw and angry

to mean?” I snapped, stepping back as Damon towered over me.

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 say you

snapped in two. As doubt and hurt and

even say that?” I whispered, wrapping my arms around

his anger bleeding to sorrow and guilt, but in a flash, it was gone, replaced only by the knives he coated