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.

good for you,” Mrs. Rivas sighed on the other side of the door, her footsteps loud. and

that warning, she was gone. The smell of food traveled under the door, but

at my phone, hitting the call button one last time. It rang and rang and rang,

reached Adelaide Hilde-” the voice messenge started again, but

and not a single call back. I was beyond looking desperate;

to

throwing away my phone as I covered my face

But just as I had settled

up, snatching it quickly from the bed as hope burst into my chest for the first time

cried as I answered, needing to hear just the sound of her

confused. “It’s your best friend.”

“Oh.”

bed, the depression crushing me into the sheets as

something?” Lacey asked with concern in her voice.

not able to think of what

“I messed up.”

it to protect the last bits of my

was entirely

the phone. “Well. I just wanted to ask if we should go to the bridal shower or not. Because

as it normally would. I felt like I was swimming through molasses for the

Lacey said in a ‘duh’ sort of tone.

go or not.” I bit out. “I have bigger

she said, sarcastically. “But at least make sure

phone?” I perked up

day.” Lacey rambled but then paused. “Didn’t you know that? You two aren’t divorcing, are you? Cause if you

clock still ticking away on the wall. Her giggles as we hung it up together rang in my ear.

sets had never lasted this long. It

glass as I jumped to my feet. Before

had always come first.

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

all-nighters, but now. I loved curling up in bed with her, feeling her safe

murmured to myself as I stormed