Secret Billionaire’s Contract Bride: Marrying My Enemy’s Lover

Chapter 42

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The clock ticked endlessly, and I regretted not getting a digital one.

Her eyes had been so bright when she saw it in the pile of old junk my father had given to me as ‘Heirlooms. Even if it was broken, she saw the spark it still held.

So I fixed it and put it on the wall.

And she smiled.

But now, it felt like a curse.

I stared up at the ceiling, exhaustion in every inch of my weary body as I listened to the ticking of that clock. Every second felt like days, and every hour felt like years.

I’d been so drunk, and I felt every bit of it as I woke up. I deserved to feel awful. And I had all day.

Her eyes swam with tears as she declared she was leaving. I always hated her tears. They were too raw, too honest, and heartbreaking.

Every tick of the clock was the sound of her slamming the door behind her, the rattling of the walls, and the sound of her footsteps racing down the hall and further away from me.

Now, that was all I could hear. Our fight was on repeat throughout the night as my mind refused to drift away into the sleep I desperately needed.

No, I had to relive the sound of her breaking heart over and over, my cold and cruel voice replaying in my head as I pushed her away.

The sound of silence she left behind and that damn stupid clock. It was all becoming too much, too loud.

I’m a f*cking idiot. I threw my arm over my face.

Why didn’t I chase after her? Why didn’t I beg her to stay and apologize until my voice was hoarse?

Why did I have to ruin every good thing I had for myself? Why did I always have to get in my own way?

The sound of knocking on the bedroom door brought me out of my self-pity party, and I glanced at it, seeing the shadow move under the door.

loud. and heavy as she set down a plate. “You better eat your dinner, or

gone. The smell of food traveled under the door, but I

one last time. It rang and rang and rang, but no one

you have reached Adelaide Hilde-” the voice

back. I was beyond looking desperate; this was

to stop.

phone as I covered my face with my hands, the exhaustion affecting

I had settled myself into another long night of feeling sorry for

the bed as hope burst into my chest for the first time since I had let

hear just the sound of her voice. Anything to keep the ends of my

confused. “It’s your best

“Oh.”

into the sheets as I bit out, “What

something?” Lacey asked with concern in her voice. “Cause normally she’d be with

able to think

“I messed up.”

to protect the last bits of my pride. Adelaide was more important than

was entirely my

to ask if we should go to the bridal shower or not. Because I don’t wanna step into that drama. Well, unless there’s cake. Is there going to

it normally would. I

of tone. “Kathy’s her

bit

yeah, lover-boy,” she said, sarcastically. “But at least make sure Adelaide charges her phone

phone?” I perked up

called us on a friend’s phone. Apparently, she forgot to charge it last night. It’s been off all day.” Lacey rambled but then paused. “Didn’t you know that? You two aren’t divorcing, are you? Cause

the clock still ticking away on the wall. Her giggles as we hung it

home yet. Her sets had never lasted this long.

remains of my wounded pride fractured like glass as I jumped to my feet. Before

had always come

to neaten my exhausted appearance. I looked like a right mess, unshaven with dark shadows under my eyes.

Addie, I’d gotten used to pulling all-nighters, but now. I loved curling up in bed with her, feeling her safe and warm. in my arms. One night without her,

to me. Addie.” I murmured to myself as I stormed out of the bedroom. My pity