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

Chapter 75

*Adelaide*

He had brought her to our house.

She was the very reason we were fighting and he had brought her to the house. I wanted to throw something, namely at him. He was acting like the last two weeks had not happened. She had been one of the sole reasons for our disagreements and now he had her in my house.

“Are you suddenly hard of hearing, husband?” I knew that my tone would rub him the wrong way but I didn’t care.

“Adelaide, let me explain.”

“Explain what?” I flared at them both. “You know how I feel about her and yet you bring her to my house. To my place of solitude. And here I was missing you and wishing that this whole little feud we have going on could just stop.”

Angela cleared her throat drawing attention to her. I was mere seconds from punching her in the throat and from the way my husband moved cautiously toward me with his hands up, I think he knew.

“I think I should leave.” She got up from her seat, grabbing her bag.

“Yes, you should,” I snapped.

She had the audacity to look startled like she wasn’t trying to take my man in broad daylight. Who did she think she was? The level of disrespect was getting to be too much and I would not stand for it. I was no one’s doormat.

“I’ll be in touch, Damon.”

That made the little monster in me grow about twice its size.

“I think it’s best that from this moment on you and my husband sever whatever contact you have between the two of you.”

Angela looked to Damon for some assistance and to my shock and surprise he mouthed the words, ‘It’s okay. My mouth gaped at the two of them.

“Are you serious right now?” I pointed at my husband. “I am your wife Damon or does that mean nothing to you?”

We had been perfect the last month. We had been getting back into the swing of things and now here we were. On completely different sides like we were enemies.

The hurt that was swimming in my chest hardened like concrete around my heart, weighing down the soft tissue. This was not at all what I had been expecting when I walked into the house.

I had every intention of making up with him but with what he was doing, I didn’t know if I could stomach this much longer. I turned on my heel and made my way to the staircase. But before I could get far my husband stopped me and pulled me back.

“Baby,” he pleaded. “Just let me explain.”

In my peripheral I watched Angela leave through the front door and for the first time since I walked in I allowed my body to ease. A loud silence blanketed us. Neither one of us was prepared to speak but still held onto each other’s hands.

I would be lying if I said it didn’t feel good to have his hand in mine. Holding him felt like a homecoming.

“You brought her here.” My voice was barely above a whisper.

“I had a good reason,” he leaned his forehead against mine. “Will you let me tell you why?”

I nodded.

Now that my anger had evaporated I was in a much calmer headspace and had the clarity to listen to whatever he was about to tell me.

Angela just brought out the worst side of me. I hated that she was able to get under my skin like that. I needed to have a better handle on myself for next time. I am not a fighter but that woman had me wanting to throw the first punch.

Damon guided me to the couch where we sat side by side with our hands. intertwined. It was then that I noticed that the vase I usually had in the corner was laying shattered on the opposite end of the room.

That was odd.

“Baby,” he sighed heavily. “I don’t know how to tell you this but… Ashton came to see Corina.”

All the blood drained from my face. “He was here?”

He nodded slowly, “He was and when I got home I walked in on them fighting.”

My heart squeezed. My poor sister.

She wouldn’t openly admit it but I knew that there were parts of her that feared Ashton. I didn’t know if he had ever struck her but he had done enough emotional damage to mark her for life. He had manipulated her and used her love for him against her. He turned her into this shell of a human being. He drove her to insanity.

“Tell me what happened.”

And so he did. He told me all that had transpired from start to finish. With everything he told me, my rage only increased further.

That abustle fucker. I was going to kill him. There were no two ways about it. I was going to make sure that he paid for every tear that had fallen from her eyes today.

“So that’s why she was here?”

He nodded. “I would never bring her here unless it was absolutely necessary. I know how much she makes you feel uncomfortable. But I also know how much you love your sister.”

He was right. I would shake hands with the devil himself if it meant that I could save the people that I loved. And if that meant I had to play nice. with Angela then so be it.

“So what did she say?”

“She’ll speak with her colleague and get Corinna a meeting.” This was good, at least she was good at something other than trying to steal my man. “And I will finance it all for Corinna, my love. She doesn’t need to worry about anything.”

Well, this was a shocking turn of events. Usually, my husband was the first in line to see my sister suffer.

“Change of heart with Rina?”

He shrugged. “She’s grown on me. And she kind of helped me avoid a murder charge today.” He laughed it off but the truth behind it was that my husband was going to murder his brother if he had not been stopped.

I looked down at his bruised knuckles. “And how are you?”

“I’m okay.” He cupped the side of my face, my cheek leaning into his touch. The pad of his thumb rubbed my cheek softly, causing a trail of sparks to travel from the place he touched all the way down to my chest. “I missed you, Adie.”

I closed my eyes, relishing in his touch. “I missed you too, husband.” All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

When I opened my eyes again his gaze was soft, showcasing every last ounce of emotion he had. I knew this man loved me but it was that woman that I just didn’t trust. And I knew if I even allowed her a little bit of room she would pounce on him.

It was sheer cruelty that she was now going to be working with us in order to set my sister free.

My husband tucked a stray hair behind my ear. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”

“I get that we have to let her help us but…” my voice trailed off.

“Adie.” He sighed almost like he was irritated with me. “I get that you don’t like her but we don’t have much option. She can help us get in with a good divorce lawyer.”

“And so could a quick Google search.”

He frowned. “This isn’t about us but Corinna. Are we not trying to do what’s best for her?”

“And since when do you care about what’s best for my sister?” It was a low blow and even as I listened to myself I could hear it in my own voice.

“Are you serious right now?”

“It’s a valid question.” I was only adding fuel to the fire and I needed to start putting it out rather than fanning it.

He stared at me completely confounded. “I need some air.”

He got up from his seat and made his way out of the living room leaving me alone.

It seemed like all we did these days was fight. I was tired of it but it didn’t seem like we were going to find a middle ground any time soon.