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.

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

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

growled,

mood he was in. Usually, he’d

An enemy.

never seen Damon truly

never allowed himself to

bed to follow him into the bathroom.

his toothbrush.

wrong is this stupid toothpaste doesn’t work!” Damon snapped, irritatedly as he used way too much force. The poor tube of toothpaste looked like it was

and unscrewing the cap. Damon blinked at

tube from

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

he growled.

shoved away, the rejection stinging more than the

when I thought we were enemies as kids. This was beyond drunk behavior.

resolve, glaring at Damon as my little bit of patience snapped like

Damon,” I crossed my arms, unhappily. “Because

now,”

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 stand.

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

he glared at me with all the heat of a burning star. “Everything’s

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

just how

following him into the bedroom. “I just want you to stop treating me like I’m

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

Damon towered over me. For the first time,

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 not good

As doubt and hurt and fear carved it out until it was hollow enough to make their home.

I whispered, wrapping my

it was gone, replaced only by