All Chapters of His accidental husband: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Damien Cross POVThe morning sun entered my eyes before the alarm did.I didn’t move. I just lay there, listening to the bird sing.Adrian was still asleep beside me, curled up with his hand resting over my chest.He looked calm. Finally.After everything that happened, the lies, the setup, the storm we barely survived, he was here again.And I wasn’t going to lose him this time.I brushed my thumb across his cheek and whispered, “I’m sorry.”He stirred, blinking awake slowly. “For what?”“For every time I made you doubt me.”He smiled sleepily. “You’ve already apologized enough.”“Maybe. But I’ll keep doing it until I forgive myself.”He sighed, shifting closer. “Then I’ll keep reminding you that you already are.”For a moment, I just stared at him.This man, the one I almost destroyed, still looked at me like I was worth saving.We ate breakfast together, some simple coffee, eggs, and toast.Normal.And it felt good.Until my phone buzzed.A message from Jason.My assistant.URGENT.

Damien Cross POVFor the first time in months, life felt quiet again.Adrian and I had gone back to work.No fights, No scandals, No shadows chasing us through the media.He’d started writing again. His column was doing well. People loved him for his honesty and the way he could turn pain into words.And me? I was finally rebuilding Cross Corp, this time without chaos in every corner.Every morning he’d leave a note on my desk before I woke up.Sometimes it was something simple, like “Don’t forget breakfast.”Sometimes it was teasing “Try smiling today, boss.”And once, just once, he wrote “I’m proud of you.”That one, I kept in my wallet.Things weren’t perfect. But they were ours.So, when my assistant buzzed me that morning and said, “Sir, there’s a delivery for you. From a private sender,” I didn’t think much of it.“Bring it in,” I said, signing a few papers.A small black box landed on my desk.No name. No note. Just a tiny symbol etched on the lid a silver A with a flame th

Damien’s POVIt felt strange having him in my arms again.For days, my house had been empty and quiet in a way that hurt.Now, with Adrian here, it felt alive again.His soft breathing, his faint laugh when I said something stupid it filled all the cracks I didn’t know were there.He lay against me on the couch, head resting on my shoulder.Outside, rain started tapping against the glass, heavily.It sounded like peace.“Remember when we used to fight about who gets the couch side near the window?” he asked quietly.I smiled. “You always won.”He lifted his head a little. “Because I gave better reasons.”“Because you pouted,” I corrected. “And I was weak.”He grinned. “You still are.”I laughed calmly, shaking my head. “You don’t change, do you?”“I try,” he said, looking up at me. “But then you smile, and I forget everything.”That hit deeper than I expected. I looked down at him, really looking this time.The small scar on his chin. The tired eyes that still managed to shine. The

Damien’s POVFor the first time in months, life felt peaceful.The storm had passed, the world wasn’t burning anymore, and Adrian was back beside me.It was strange waking up without tension in my chest. No unanswered calls, no press outside the gate, no fear of what I’d find online.Just him. He stood by the kitchen counter that morning, wearing one of my shirts too big on him, sleeves folded up clumsily. He was making coffee, humming under his breath.“Careful,” I said, walking in. “You almost burned it last time.”He smirked without turning. “Maybe I like it burnt.”“Maybe you’re trying to poison me.”“Maybe,” he said, glancing over his shoulder. “You’d deserve it.”I laughed and leaned against the counter, watching him stir sugar into his mug.Something I didn’t think we’d ever get back.“You’re staring again,” he said.“You keep giving me reasons to.”He smiled, but there was a shy tilt to it. “You really need new hobbies.”“I have one,” I said, stepping closer. “Annoying you.”

Adrian Hale POVSleep didn’t come easily that night.Even after Damien left, his voice stayed in my head, the sound of him saying, “I’m yours.”It was dangerous how much I wanted to believe it.The clinic was quiet, almost too quiet. The air smelled of disinfectant and loneliness. I lay on the narrow bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking about how things used to be before everything went wrong before Carter, before Leah, before the cameras and the heartbreak.I should’ve felt safe here. But something didn’t feel right.At first, I thought it was just my mind playing tricks until I heard the faint sound of paper sliding under my door.I frowned, sitting up.A small folded note lay on the floor. My name was written on it in black ink.My chest tightened.No one here called me by my real name. I’d checked in under a fake one.Slowly, I picked it up and unfolded it.“He’s lying to you again. Check Room 417 before he hides it.”My hands went cold.Room 417. That was on the same floor