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.

stand. Something was off about him, though. His words were slightly slurred together, and he wobbled

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

I am?” he growled, grumpily heading

mood he was in. Usually,

An enemy.

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

never allowed himself to get that far.

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

his

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

the cap. Damon blinked at it in confusion when

that!” He snatched the tube from me, properly applying

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

he

stinging more than the touch. I swallowed, heat gathering behind my eyes.

had Damon treated me like this. Not even when I thought we were enemies

Damon as my little bit of

crossed my arms, unhappily. “Because you’re being

now,”

finished rinsing his mouth. He turned to me, intent on leaving the bathroom, but I wasn’t going to let any of this stand.

get that you’re drunk and in a bad mood. But this is no way to treat me. Stop acting like a child, and

as he glared at me with all the heat of a burning star.

the bedroom. I knew I shouldn’t. I knew he

how to push my

bedroom. “I just want you to stop treating me like I’m your enemy! I’m your wife.”

at me. There wasn’t just

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

replied, coldly. “You were going to marry Ashton just because he was handsome. You married me to spite your family. What if someone

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

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

was gone, replaced only by the knives