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.

My back hit the tiled wall and I slid down it. The sobs became louder and the pain released in my Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

It was only seconds later that Damon came in with a look of panic on his face.

cries.

“Adie?” He came to the glass window 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 and cradled me to his chest.

The sobs continued. My entire body was wracked as I let out all the pain that my body was storing

I don’t know how long we stayed under the spray of the water. But after my fires had quieted and my heart had been emptied for the time being Damon lifted us up.

He carried me all the way to the closet where he placed me on my stool and patted me dry. He then got to work putting my skincare on and making sure that I was fully moisturized.

1just sat there, my eyes bone dry and red. I watched him as he got me dressed layer by layer. And when he was finished he placed me by the vanity and brushed my wet hair.

I just watched him through the mirror the entire time. I watched the way his eyes followed the brush as he moved it through my wet locks. He was so concentrated and it was adorable how much care he was putting into this.

“I’m sorry.” the words slipped from my lips.

He lifted his gaze to meet mine. “What are you sorry

for?”

“Me breaking down like that and breaking down like a complete and utter psycho.”

“You are not a psycho, Adelaide. You just lost your son and had brain surgery. You’re allowed to break down and mourn for as long as you need to. I will be right here every single step of the way.”

“And that’s the issue. You shouldn’t have to deal with this. The amount of times I have woken you up in your sleep from my screams. The constant crying and tears. I’m so sorry, Damon. You deserve a better wife than what I’m offering you.”

He stopped brushing my hair and turned the chair so I was facing him. He crouched down to my level and cupped my check. The tender look in his eyes only increased my guilt.

“Don’t apologize for grieving, my love.”

His voice was so soft, like he was talking to a child “A tragic and horrific thing happened to you and if you were quiet and holding it together I would be worried. This breaking only means that you are shedding away the old and giving way to the new. You’re in metamorphosis.”

He put it so beautifully. But how could such a beautiful process be so agonizing?

The silence that passed between us was loud and thick. I had so many words that I wanted to say. More apologies that stood

at the tip of my tongue but I held them back.

“I miss him.” The words escaped me before I could fully register what I wanted to say. “I miss him and … and he should be alive in my arms.”

The tears pricked my eyes but he made no attempt to hold me or console me with sweet words. He allowed me to speak, he allowed the words I had held back for days now.

“I’m angry at myself. I’m his mother. I should have protected him. I should have made sure that he was safe.” We had wanted to keep the sex of the baby a surprise until the birth but I had always felt in my heart that he was a boy. It was mothers intuition

“I can’t even remember what happened that night. And I don’t even know if it was my fault or not. Had I been careless? Had 1-”

“Don’t you dare blame yourself for this Adelaide? What happened was an accident. It was not your fault, you hear me? You’re not the one to blame.”

“Then who is? One minute I had our baby inside of me and then the next he was ripped away. Someone is at fault and if it’s not me then who?!”

The tight feeling returned to my chest and that pain that I had expelled refilled rather quickly.

“I can’t… I can’t be here anymore, Damon.” I gasped feeling like all the air was being taken from my lungs. “This place, LA, it’s suffocating me and L.”

“Then we leave,” he said like it was so simple. “Your production company has given you three weeks off. We can go anywhere you want so you can breathe different air. Just name the place and I will have us packed up within the hour.”

I stared into his eyes but I didn’t see an ounce of hesitance. “You’re serious?”

“If what you need is freedom then I will give it to you. Just say where you want to go and we can leave.”

The world was a big place and I had endless options. But there was only one place that was calling my name and one place 1 knew that I could find comfort in.

“I want to go home.” I placed my hand on top of his on my cheek. “Let’s go back to Vegas.”

“Done.”

It was ironic that the same place I had run from was the same place running back to. I guess it was true what they said about the grass being greener. If only I had learned to water the grass in Nevada maybe, just maybe none of this would have happened to me.