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.

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

if I am?” he growled, grumpily

frowned, completely taken aback by the sour mood he was in.

An enemy.

seen Damon truly drunk before. Tipsy, yes, but

to get that

follow him into the bathroom. He was

onto his

work!” Damon snapped, irritatedly as he used way too much force. The poor tube of toothpaste

from his hand and unscrewing the cap. Damon blinked at it in confusion when I handed it back.

tube from me,

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

he

shoved away, the rejection stinging more than the touch. I

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

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

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

now,”

He turned to me, intent on leaving the bathroom, but

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

hands above his head as he glared at me with all the heat of a burning star. “Everything’s my fault! Stupid

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

how to push

him into the bedroom. “I just want you to stop treating me

at me. There wasn’t just fury in his eyes, but something

I snapped, stepping back as Damon towered over me.

just 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

heard a crack somewhere as my heart snapped in two. As doubt and hurt and fear

say that?” I whispered, wrapping my arms around

sorrow and guilt, but in a flash, it was gone, replaced