Todos los capítulos de His accidental husband: Capítulo 111 - Capítulo 120

Damien Cross POVThe house was too quiet.“Adrian?” My voice echoed down the hall, swallowed by silence.No answer.The lights were still on, I dropped my keys on the counter. The sound echoed too loud. His jacket was gone from the hook. The coffee table was clear. His always scattered books were gone too.I walked into the bedroom.Empty hangers swung gently in the closet.He really left.For a second, I just stood there, staring at the space he used to fill. Then I sank onto the edge of the bed, running a hand over my face. The note on the table burned in my mind.I need space.Space.He wanted distance. And I gave him every reason to take it.I unlocked my phone. No new messages. No missed calls. Just the quiet.I reached for the unopened whiskey bottle from the minibar, twisting off the cap. I didn’t even bother with a glass.One swallow.Two.Three.The burn in my throat was the only thing that felt real.I leaned back, staring at the ceiling. “Congratulations, Damien,” I mutt

Damien Cross POVThe room was dark again.I didn’t even know what time it was anymore.Empty bottles covered the table. Whiskey. Vodka. Anything that could burn enough to make me forget his face.Adrian’s face.“Another drink?” I muttered to no one, my voice hoarse. I laughed bitterly and poured more into the glass anyway. “Sure, Damien. Why not? It’s not like you have anything left to lose.”My phone lay face down on the couch. I’d called him a hundred times. Maybe more. No answer.No texts.No messages.He’d blocked me.The first day, I went to his apartment. His cousin told me to leave before he called the cops. The second day, I went again. No one opened the door. By the third day, I stopped going. I didn’t have the strength anymore.Now I just sat here. Hurt.I took another gulp and pressed the cold glass against my forehead. “You’re a fool,” I whispered to myself. “You let him go. You destroyed everything.”Someone knocked on the door.I froze. My first thought was my secretary.

Damien Cross POVEverywhere was quiet Adrian stood by the window, looking out at the city.His voice came out calm “Are you still angry with me?”I shook my head slowly. “No. Just… tired.”“Tired of me?”“Tired of fighting,” I said. “Of losing you, finding you, and losing you again.”He turned to look at me. His eyes were swollen from crying. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, Damien. I swear I didn’t.”“I know,” I said. “I know you didn’t. I just ” I paused, rubbing my forehead. “I wish we knew how to stop breaking each other.”He gave a sad smile. “Maybe that’s what love is for us. Messy. Complicated. Loud.”“I don’t want messy anymore,” I whispered.He took a slow step toward me. “Then what do you want?”“You,” I said quietly. “But without the pain this time.”That made him stop. His eyes softened. “Then let’s try again.”I looked at him really. He was nervous, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt, his chest rising fast like he was afraid I’d tell him to leave.But I didn’t.Instead, I sai

Adrian Hale POVI didn’t sleep that night.I couldn’t.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Damien’s face angry, hurt, disappointed. The way he said “You just did” kept echoing in my head.I wanted to scream. To break something. To explain everything again even though he wouldn’t listen.Lucas’s message… God, what a mess.It wasn’t what Damien thought. It really wasn’t. Lucas had sent that stupid text as a joke or at least that’s what he said when I called him right after. But Damien didn’t even give me a chance to explain properly.Now he thought I cheated.I sat by the window, watching the city lights fade My chest hurt. I hated how fragile we’d become how one rumor could tear us apart every time we tried to stand back up.Around six in the morning, I heard the door slam downstairs. I ran out of my room, still in my shirt from last night.“Damien?” I called.No answer.I ran down, but the house was empty. His car was gone.Something inside me twisted.He never left this early. Not wi

Adrian Hale PovSomething was off.I couldn’t explain it, but I felt it.Damien had been quiet ever since we came home from the hospital. He still smiled, still kissed me good morning, but there was a distance, a kind of silence that was strange.At first, I thought it was just trauma. Getting shot, finding out Carter was his half-brother, anyone would be shaken. But as days passed, the silence grew stronger.He’d flinch when his phone buzzed. Lock it faster than usual. Step outside to take calls.I noticed. Of course I did.And I hated that I noticed everything.One evening, I walked into the living room and found him staring at his phone again, face pale.“Who’s that?” I asked softly.He looked up fast, almost too fast. “Just work.”“Work?”“Yeah. Some board stuff.”I crossed my arms. “You’ve been saying that for three days.”He looked at me, guilt flashing in his eyes for a second before he masked it with a smile. “You’re paranoid, babe.”I frowned. “Don’t ‘babe’ me, Damien. What’