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

Chapter 101

“What? Have you lost the ability to speak, wife?” The ice in his voice caused a shiver to travel up and down my spine. “Why is he here, Adelaide? Surely you didn’t do this just to piss me off did you?”

“Damon, listen. Let me explain.”

“Explain what? How snakey you were?”

“Look man, she was only-”

“You don’t get to speak so shut up.” Damon snapped at Gabriel. He looked like he was ready to jump him.

I had to place myself in between the two of them to keep them separated. Damon was hot with fury and I didn’t want Gabriel getting worked up too. I turned to Gabriel and pointed to the hall, “Second door to your left. That’s where your

room is.”

“Are you serious right now, Adelaide?” My husband was growing angrier by the second. “You’ll still have him in my house which I paid for? Did I step into some kind of alternate reality or something because this is just fucking unbelievable?” “Damon.” I turned to face him. “I get that you’re angry but this isn’t how you speak to someone.”

“Are you defending him right now? I’m your husband.”

“I know that but you can’t be harsh with him. He is a guest in our home. I invited him.”

“My home.” he snapped. “It’s my millions that have allowed you to live all plush and comfortable right now.”

I winced at his harshness. He got mean whenever he was angry and this was something that we would talk about later. But as for now, I needed to make sure that this fire didn’t get any bigger than it already was.

“Can we go into the kitchen to talk about this, please?”

“Oh, now you want to talk? You should have thought of that before inviting him into my home. You bit my head off when I had Angela here and now you brought this man here like it means absolutely nothing when you know my history with him.”

“Damon, please.” I took a few steps toward him. “Can we just talk, please?”

He shook his head. “And say what? This is just our story lately. We just go around in circles with no clear end. What’s the purpose of all of this? You know I don’t want him here or near you. It’s bad enough he works with you and now you want to invite him into our home?”

That had been a huge blunder on my part, I knew that. And now, looking back on it I wished I hadn’t opened my mouth. Damon didn’t deserve thus.

“Damon….” I couldn’t even find the correct words to express myself here. “L”

He waited for me to continue but nothing came out. I watched as his entire face went slack and his eyes dimmed of the little shine they had in them. I had hurt him, in ways that I had not anticipated I could.

I could see it in his eyes and it even pained me to say it myself. NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

This was his last straw.

“I need to go,” he stormed out of the house with me hot on his heels.

“Damon, please,” I was practically begging him at this point. “I’m sorry.”

He looked over his shoulder once before he got into his car and made his way down the driveway, I just stood there and watched him leave. My chest tightened and the air in my lungs thinned. I placed my hand over my racing heart and willed the panic to calm.

This was bad. This was worse than bad.

What had I been thinking?

As my mind continued to search for the answers I already had but didn’t want to admit, the tears started to flow.

I doubled over, my hands coming to my knees and my mouth letting out these tiny little breaths. It felt like my chest was trying to cave in on itself and I was barely hanging on.

“Adelaidel” Gabriel’s voice sounded distant and very far away but his arms wrapped around me. “Adelaide, come on.”

I was hyperventilating at this point. The world around me tilted on its axis and all I could do was lean into Gabriel. I lifted my head to meet his gaze. His eyes showed the panic he was feeling but his body language was sure and steady.

“Let’s get you inside.”

I allowed him to lead me back inside as I stared at the gate.

He had left and it was all my fault.

I had been sitting on my bed for the past three hours. Thad called and texted my husband multiple times on end and he was not responding to a single one of my texts.

I didn’t know what to do

I felt so hopeless in this situation.

I wanted to fix this but I didn’t know how

I had cried enough cars to fill the Atlantic and my utter had been coming into and out of my room making sure that I was still breathing She had be here for the first hour when I had called her in tears. She had just sat with me in silence. But then she had to go attend to some work stuff and now I was alone again

Gabriel had kept his distance from me which I think was the wisest thing to do. Although I had been the one to bring him here, he was still a major sore spot. And with the way my emotions were currently functioning. I would likely explode at

hirm.

I stared at my phone waiting for it to ring again with a call back from Damon but there was nothing I was beginning to wonder if he was okay. He had been so angry when he left I feared that maybe he got into a car crash. My mind filled with pictures of him bloodied and has body halfway through the windshield,

I shook my head trying to rid my mind of these horrible images.

I knew that I couldn’t just sit around here and wait for him to call back. Our marriage was on the line and I didn’t know where he was I needed to get proactive about things.

1 got off the bed and grabbed my keys.

I was going after him.

If I knew my husband well as I thought I did, and I did, there were only a few places that he could go.

I slipped on some bedroom slippers and inade my way out the door and down the stairs. I had just reached the front door when my sister called out to me.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m going to get my husband” I didn’t even bother to look back at her as I left.

It took me all of twenty minutes to make the thirty-minute journey to his office. When I saw his car in the parking lot, I was both relieved and a little nervous. I had no idea what I was going to be walking into. The man was still mad at me and it had only been three or so hours since the whole incident happened.

I got out of my car and made my way toward the building. It was well after five and everyone had likely gone home from the look of things. But I did notice a white Porsche that seemned oddly familiar.

I walked through the front door and headed toward his office upstairs. As soon as I stepped off the elevator I stopped short when I saw Angela cupping my husband’s cheek and him with his hand over hers.

Do you know what it’s like to feel your own heart breaking and cracking? It’s the kind of pain that can only be truly understood by being felt. It was a kind of undoing that left you paralyzed and hopeless.

When they heard the elevator doors shut behind me they both looked in my direction with opposite reactions on their faces.

Angela looked as smug as ever while my husband jumped from her touch like it burned him. His eyes went wide and his mouth hung open.

“Adie…”

Hearing him say my name was a slap to my face and a dagger to my heart.

“All this time I was worried about you and you were here… with her.” My voice broke at the end.

He took a step toward me but I shook my head and pushed the elevator button to take me down. Thankfully it opened almost instantly and I didn’t need to be here any longer than I needed to be. He tried to come after me but I held my hand up stopping him.

“No.” There was no room for argument in my tone. “I need to be alone.”

The pain in his eyes did nothing to soothe my own aching and pain. All I could feel was this horrible tightening in my chest. As the doors closed on him I couldn’t help but wonder, was this the closing of our chapter too!