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.

wouldn’t I be?” Damon asked, moving to stand. Something was off about him, though. His words were slightly slurred together, and he

as I watched him struggle to kick off his shoes, eventually just leaning down to pull

if I am?” he growled, grumpily heading

frowned, completely taken aback by the sour mood he was in. Usually, he’d never speak to

An enemy.

Damon truly

himself to get that

to follow him into

his

he used way too much force. The poor tube of toothpaste looked like it was about to

tube from his hand and unscrewing the cap. Damon blinked at

the tube from

asked, stepping closer. I stretched out my hand, ready to comfort him in any way I could, but Damon glared at me, pushing

happened,” he

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

thought we were enemies as kids. This was beyond drunk

glaring at Damon as my little bit of patience

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

now,”

his mouth. He turned to me, intent on leaving the bathroom, but I wasn’t going

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

at me with all the heat of a burning star. “Everything’s my fault! Stupid Damon can’t do anything right, can’t

past me into the bedroom. I knew I shouldn’t. I knew he was drunk and just looking for a fight, but my temper got the better of

known just how to push

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

me. There wasn’t just fury in his

supposed to mean?” I snapped, stepping back as Damon towered over me. For the first time, I actually felt intimidated

your family. What if someone else comes along

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

whispered, wrapping

anger bleeding to sorrow and guilt, but in a flash, it was gone, replaced only by