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 as

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

he growled, grumpily heading for the

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

An enemy.

Damon truly drunk before. Tipsy,

never allowed himself to get

I asked, pushing off the bed to follow

onto his

irritatedly as he used way too much force. The poor

raised an eyebrow, plucking the tube from his hand and unscrewing the cap. Damon blinked

knew that!” He snatched the tube from me, properly applying his toothpaste now.

father’s house?” I asked, stepping closer. I stretched out my hand, ready to comfort him in any way I could, but Damon

happened,” he growled.

rejection stinging more than the

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

Damon as my little bit of patience snapped like

obviously happened, Damon,” I crossed my arms, unhappily. “Because you’re

now,”

the sink as he finished rinsing his mouth. He turned to me, intent on leaving the bathroom, but I

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 me. Stop acting like a child, and talk to me

his hands above his head as he glared at me with all the heat of a burning star.

knew he was drunk and just looking for

always known just how to push my

said that,” I snapped, following him into the bedroom. “I just want you to stop treating

at me. There wasn’t just fury in his

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

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

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

whispered, wrapping my

sorrow and guilt, but in a flash, it was gone, replaced only by the knives he coated in poison and called words.