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

Chapter 110

I stood under the shower head allowing the water to wash over me like a waterfall. It had been over a week since I had come back home and this was the first time I had managed to shower. This was the first time I had rolled out of bed and moved. more than ten steps.

The blood had finally stopped and all the pregnancy remains had passed through me and I was said to be back to normal

now.

So why did I feel anything but normal?

I had this large hole in the middle of my chest and nothing I did could fill it. Not like I had tried any external stimulants to help numb the pain. Out of fear, my husband had hidden any and all alcohol. He had also safe-proofed the house.

I knew he worried for me and to be honest, I worried for me too. I was so far trapped in my mind that at times I forgot about reality.

I had been seeing my baby in my dreams. I would see his little face and his eyes that mirrored his father’s. I would hear his sweet angelic laugh and the soft touch of his little palms. And every time I woke up I was thrust back into the reality that was my life. There was no baby and I was no longer pregnant. My sweet child only existed in my dreams and that destroyed me more than I had let on to my husband.

The tears mixed in with the water from the shower. My silent sorrows turned into soft whimpers. They moved around the marble bathroom. The only thing that I could feel was the pain that had lodged itself deep in my chest. There had not been one single moment where it had let up. There had not been a single moment when I had felt like it let up. I was just stuck in this pit of pain and sorrow and it was never ending. 1 had never once in my life felt like I was living in hell until now.

I was being tormented by demons that were likely of my own making. I didn’t even know what it was that I had done. I couldn’t remember.

Had it been me who had slipped and caused myself to have a miscarriage? Had someone pushed me? And if it had been someone to push me then why would they do that to me? What could 1 have possibly done to them?

The more I tried to remember the more my head would pound.

and I slid down it. The sobs became louder and the

later that Damon came in with a look

cries.

of the shower and took one look at me. He opened the door and came to sit by my side, clothes and all. He placed me on his lap

body was wracked as I let out all the pain that my body

under the spray of the water. But after my fires had quieted and my heart had been emptied for the time

me on my stool and patted me dry. He then got to work putting my skincare on and making sure that I was

dressed layer by layer. And when he was finished he placed me by the vanity and brushed my

mirror the entire time. I watched the way his eyes followed the brush as he moved it through my wet locks. He was so

the words slipped from my lips.

lifted his gaze to meet mine. “What are

for?”

and breaking down like

just lost your son and had brain surgery. You’re allowed to break down and mourn for as

The amount of times I have woken you up in your sleep from my screams. The constant

facing him. He crouched down to my level and cupped my check. The tender look in his eyes only increased my

grieving, my

talking to a child “A tragic and horrific thing happened to you and if you were quiet and holding it

But how could such a beautiful process be

us was loud and thick. I had so

tongue but I held them

register what I wanted to say. “I miss him and … and he should be