ACCIDENTALLY MARRIED TO THE BILLIONAIRE SINGLE DAD (Gabrielle and Damon) novel Chapter 18

GABRIELLE’S POV

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I opened the door to ask her more questions but saw the man from earlier standing in front of the men’s room. He was adjusting his suit and when he looked up, his face was red and swollen.

I gasped and walked up to him. “What happened to you?”

He didn’t even spare me a glance. He just walked away. I followed him, still trying to find out what happened, but he just walked out of the building.

My eyes met Damon’s in the crowd having a conversation with a middle–aged woman. I approached them.

“Hi, I’d like to borrow my husband for a few minutes,” I said with a smile.

She nodded. “Oh, you must be Gabrielle. He was just telling me about you.”

My smile was fading at the edges. “Oh, really? I’m surprised he has anything to tell you as he rarely speaks to me.”

Damon glared at me.

Her smile faded. “Oh, I see you’re having a little squabble. I’ll be at my table.”

Then she walked away.

“What the hell did you do, Damon?” I asked.

He shrugged nonchalantly. “You’d have to be more specific, wife?”

I scoffed. “Specific? Where do I even start? Why didn’t you tell me you had a second ex–wife? And why did you beat that innocent man up?”

He sipped from his glass. “Oh, that. Things happen.”

I stepped closer, lowering my voice. “Things happen? That man’s face looks like he got run over, Damon.”

He met my eyes calmly. “Then maybe he should’ve kept his hands and his eyes to himself.”

My mouth parted, speechless. “You hit him because he looked at me?”

He tilted his head slightly. “You sound surprised.”

“Because it’s insane!” I hissed. “You don’t even like me, remember? You made that very clear.”

He placed the glass down on a passing tray and leaned in, his voice quiet enough that only I could hear. “You think not liking you means I’ll let another man touch or look at you? I’m very possessive about what’s mine, Gabrielle.”

My pulse jumped. “You’re unbelievable”

He smirked faintly. “You’re welcome.”

Before I could respond, he turned and walked toward the exit, leaving me standing there, breathless and confused, with half the room watching us.

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Fuck it!

I’d had enough. He didn’t even address the second ex–wife situation.

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I went after him and tapped his shoulder just before he stepped. Immediately he turned around, and my hand landed hard on his face but he didn’t even flinch.

There was no reaction whatsoever.

He was like a dead man standing.

The room gasped.

“Have you gotten that out of your system, yet?” he asked with a straight face.

I stared at him, my chest heaving. “You’re so cold,” I said through clenched teeth.

He adjusted his jaw slightly, still watching me with that same cold expression. “And you’re impulsive. We make a great pair.”

“Don’t mock me.”

“I’m not mocking you. I’m stating facts.”

The murmur of the crowd grew around us, their eyes darting between us like they were watching a scene unfold. Damon finally sighed, straightened his cuffs, and took my wrist.

“Let go of me.”

He didn’t. “We’re leaving.”

I tried pulling away, but his grip didn’t budge. “You don’t get to walk away from this like nothing happened.”

He leaned in, his breath brushing my ear. “Then stop causing a scene and we’ll talk.”

I glared at him, but I followed. Not because he asked but because if I stayed any longer, I’d end up slapping him again.

When we got out, a limo was parked in front of us.

“We came here in a different car,” I said, eyeing the same car I begged him to marry me in.

“I had a few more glasses than usual so I can’t drive,” he said. “I called my driver and here he is. Shall we?”

He opened the door for me and I stepped in without another word. The car door shut softly behind me. Damon slid in beside me and gave the driver a brief nod before pressing the partition button.

The silence was thick. Only the sound of the tires rolling over the pavement filled the space between us.

I folded my arms. “You could’ve at least warned me.”

He didn’t look at me. “About what?”

“About Anya. About Naomi. About your daughter. About all the women who seem to appear out of nowhere calling themselves your ex–wives.”

His jaw tightened. “You met Naomi.”

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“I did,” I said. “She was lovely. She told me she’s your second ex–wife. I’m guessing there’s a third I haven’t met yet?”

He turned his head toward the window. “You’re being dramatic.”

“Am I?” I leaned forward. “Do you realize how humiliating it is to find out these things from other people instead of you?”

He finally looked at me, his voice calm but cold. “I don’t owe you my past, Gabrielle.”

“That’s bullshit. You married me.”

His lips pressed into a straight line. “You begged me to marry you. Don’t rewrite the story now.”

I stared at him, stunned. “You’re unbelievable.”

“Then stop expecting anything different,” he said.

“So divorce me,” I said. “Let me go. I’ve had enough of this and I want out. Please.”

He stared at me for a bit before saying, “No.”

“No?” I repeated.

He leaned back in his chair. “You wanted this marriage. You’ll see it through.”

“I said I wanted a marriage, not this,” I snapped. “Not the lies, not the secrets, and not being treated like a stranger.”

He didn’t respond.

I looked away, already planning my escape. If he wouldn’t behave like a human being even for once, I’d leave.

I brought out the unopened bottle of scotch I kept in my Birkin bag and tried to open it but it was too hard.

I handed it to him. “Open it.”

He frowned. “You’ve been carrying that around?”

“No.”

“Where did you get it from?”

I sighed. “I stole it from the party.”

He stared at me, surprised or appalled I couldn’t tell but took the bottle from me and opened it.

He took the first swing before passing it back. I took the bottle and drank. It burned down my throat, but I didn’t stop.

“Slow down,” he said.

“Why? You’re not my husband when it counts, so don’t start acting like one now.”

He took it back and drank again. “You’re still mad.”

“Mad?” I laughed shortly. “Try infuriated.”

He shrugged. “Then drink to that.”

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We kept passing the bottle back and forth until it was almost empty. The silence between us grew easier and looser.

“Why have you married two women if you didn’t love them?” I asked, leaning back.

He looked at the ceiling. “Habit.”

“That’s not an answer.”

“It’s the only one I’ve got.”

I scoffed. “Naomi said you were better at pretending before.”

His jaw moved, but he didn’t look at me. “Naomi talks too much.”

“And you talk too little.”

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