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.

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

him struggle to kick off his shoes, eventually just leaning

what if I am?” he growled, grumpily heading

the sour mood he was in. Usually, he’d

An enemy.

seen Damon truly drunk before. Tipsy,

allowed himself to get that

I asked, pushing off the bed to follow him into the bathroom. He was

his

way too much force. The poor tube of

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

from me, properly applying his

stepping closer. I stretched out my hand, ready to comfort him

he growled.

stared open-mouthed at the hand he’d shoved away, the rejection stinging more than

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

my little bit of patience

arms, unhappily.

now,”

snapped, dropping his toothbrush into the sink as he finished rinsing his mouth. He turned to me, intent on

on. “I get that you’re drunk and in a bad mood. But this is no way to treat me. Stop acting

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

shouldn’t. I knew he was drunk and just

just how to push my buttons.

snapped, following him into the bedroom. “I just want you to

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

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

“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

my heart snapped in two. As doubt and hurt and fear carved it out until

that?” I whispered,

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