All Chapters of FAKE HUSBAND, REAL TWIN: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Adrian’s POVThe hallway was dark, but I didn’t need light to find my way. I had walked these halls enough times now, memorized every creaky floorboard, every shift in the air.Still, I hesitated outside Sarah’s door, listening.Silence.Good.She was finally asleep.I exhaled, dragging a hand down my face as I leaned against the wall. I hadn’t planned to check on her again. I had already done it once after she settled in, and I had told myself that was enough. That I needed to give her space.But space was the last thing I wanted to give her.Seeing her in that hospital, pale and fragile, had changed something in me. Or maybe it hadn’t changed anything at all—maybe it had only made me realize how much she had already meant to me.Hearing her say thank you tonight had been unexpected.She didn’t owe me gratitude.She didn’t owe me anything.And yet, that whisper of appreciation had settled in my chest, lodging itself in a place I wasn’t sure I wanted to acknowledge.I pushed off the w

Adrian’s POVThe breakfast table slowly emptied, leaving only the remnants of a meal that had been more than just food. It had been a moment—one I wasn’t sure I had expected but found myself grateful for.Sarah had looked lighter this morning. Not entirely at peace, but something close to it. And for the first time in a long time, I’d seen a hint of something in her eyes that wasn’t guardedness.We are getting somewhere I started gathering the plates while Nora ran off excitedly to get ready. Julian helped Sarah up, supporting her as she walked slowly toward her room. “Take it easy,” he murmured, his usual teasing tone absent.“I will,” Sarah replied, offering him a small smile before disappearing down the hall.I carried the dishes into the kitchen, setting them in the sink before turning to find Julian strolling in, rolling up his sleeves. “You actually gonna wash those or just stare at them?” he asked, smirking.I huffed out a breath. “You could’ve just gone with Nora instead of c

Adrian’s POVI hadn’t planned on asking her.The words had just slipped out, unfiltered and honest. Maybe it was the way she looked at me—soft, unguarded in a way I didn’t see often. Or maybe it was how easy it felt, sitting here, hands intertwined like it was the most natural thing in the world.Either way, I didn’t regret it.Sarah hesitated at first, her mind doing that thing where she overthought every detail. I could see it in the way her fingers twitched slightly against mine, the way she chewed her lip like she was trying to convince herself it was okay to want this.But then, she nodded.And just like that, something in my chest loosened.I didn’t think she’d say yes.At least, not this easily.Sarah had always been the careful one, the one who thought things through, weighed the risks, and second-guessed anything that felt too impulsive. And yet, here she was—her lips curving into a small, uncertain smile, but a smile nonetheless.I smirked. “Good. I’ll take care of everythin

Adrian’s POVThe call ended, leaving me staring at the blank screen for a moment before I slipped my phone back into my pocket.I sighed, pushing off the wall and making my way toward my study. As much as I hated to admit it, Neville had a point. Ignoring my work wasn’t going to make things disappear. If anything, it gave the people waiting for my downfall more ammunition.Settling behind my desk, I powered on my laptop, scanning through the flood of unread emails Neville had been nagging me about. A few were from the board, no doubt expressing their “concern” over my absence. Others were updates on ongoing projects, financial reports, and legal matters—things I would normally dive into without hesitation.Today, however, my mind was elsewhere.I forced myself to reply to the most urgent emails, signing off on approvals and making quick notes where necessary. After about two hours, I leaned back, rubbing the bridge of my nose. It wasn’t much, but it would keep things from falling apar

Adrian’s POVSarah’s breathing evened out before mine did.She had fallen asleep with her fingers still laced through mine, like she trusted me to hold them through the night.Like she trusted me.I let out a slow breath, staring up at the ceiling, but all I could focus on was the warmth of her beside me. The way her presence filled the space like she had always belonged here.Because maybe she did.I had spent months convincing myself that this marriage was nothing more than an arrangement—something convenient, practical, necessary. But nothing about Sarah had ever been just convenient. She had come into my life like a quiet storm, soft but unrelenting, undoing me in ways I hadn’t been prepared for.And now, she was here. In my bed. Trusting me enough to stay.I turned my head slightly, my gaze drawn to the way her hair fanned out against the pillow, the steady rise and fall of her chest, the way her lips parted slightly in sleep.I had seen her like this before—unguarded, vulnerable