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.

asked, moving to stand. Something was off about him, though.

struggle to kick off his shoes, eventually just leaning down

am?” he growled, grumpily heading for the

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

An enemy.

Damon truly drunk

himself to get

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

onto his

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

eyebrow, plucking the tube from his hand and unscrewing the cap. Damon blinked at it in confusion when I

He snatched the tube from me,

out my hand, ready to comfort him in any way I could, but Damon glared

happened,” he growled.

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

had Damon treated me like this. Not even when I thought we were enemies as kids. This was beyond

resolve, glaring at Damon as my little bit

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

now,”

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

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

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 to save his f*cking life!”

back as Damon shoved past me into the bedroom. I knew I shouldn’t. I knew he was drunk and just looking for

known just how

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

heel, glaring at me. There wasn’t

snapped, stepping back as Damon towered over me. For the first time, I actually felt intimidated by him.

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 change your mind when you decide I’m

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

I whispered, wrapping my

was gone, replaced only by the knives he coated in poison