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.

I be?” Damon asked, moving to stand. Something was off about him, though. His words were

completely flabbergasted as I watched him struggle to kick off his shoes, eventually

if I am?” he growled, grumpily heading for

he was in.

An enemy.

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

never allowed himself to get that far.

bed to follow him into

his

he used way too much force. The poor tube of toothpaste looked like

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

the tube from

I stretched out my hand, ready to comfort him in any way I could,

happened,” he growled.

the rejection stinging more than

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

at Damon as my little

crossed my arms, unhappily.

now,”

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 let any of this

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 like the adult that

with all the heat of a

knew he was drunk and just looking for a fight, but

always known just how

just want you to stop treating me like I’m

long?” Damon spun on his heel, glaring at me. There wasn’t just fury in his eyes, but something

towered over

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 won’t change your mind when you decide I’m

doubt and hurt and fear carved

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

a flash, it was gone, replaced only by the