Alle Kapitel von His accidental husband: Kapitel 141 – Kapitel 150

Damien Cross POVSomething felt off the moment I woke up.No scent of coffee. No soft humming from Adrian in the kitchen.I pushed out of bed, the sheets cold beside me. He hadn’t come back to sleep last night.“Adrian?” I called out.No answer.I found him in the study, sitting on the couch, his back to me. He looked small, like his thoughts had shrunk him. His hands were clasped tight around something a tiny flash drive.“What’s that?” I asked.He turned sharply, startled, trying to hide it behind his back. “Nothing.”“Adrian.”He hesitated, then sighed. “Just something I picked up.”“Picked up where?”He didn’t reply.That silence burned.I walked closer, voice low. “Did you go back to him?”He looked at me, guilt flickering in his eyes. “I just wanted to end this, Damien. To protect you.” “You think walking into that man’s trap helps me?”“I didn’t tell you because I knew you’d stop me.”“Damn right I would.”His eyes glistened, but he didn’t back down. “You can’t keep shieldin

DAMIEN CROSS POVSirens screamed in the distance, and the night air stank of smoke and fear. From the rooftop of Hale Enterprises, I could see the flashes of red and blue lights reflecting off the glass towers. Someone had set fire to one of our warehouses downtown and according to the reports, it wasn’t an accident.I gripped the railing, the wind whipping against my face, my thoughts racing faster than the storm building above.Adrian was downstairs handling the press, calm as ever but I knew that look in his eyes when he walked past me earlier. The same look he had the day everything fell apart between us. The difference now? We were no longer broken. We were rebuilding. Together.Until this.“Sir, we found something.”Marcus my head of security rushed up, breathless, holding a tablet. “The arsonist left a message.”I turned sharply. “Show me.”He handed me the screen. The footage showed a man in a black hood spray-painting something on the warehouse wall before the fire s

DAMIEN CROSS POVAdrian’s laughter drifted from the hallway. He was teasing Mia about a campaign pitch. I leaned back in my chair, watching him through the glass. His sleeves were rolled up, pen tapping against his palm, mouth moving fast as he argued.He caught me staring.“Staring again, Mr. Cross?” he teased, walking in without knocking.“Maybe.”He leaned against my desk. “You’re supposed to be working.”“I am. You’re just… distracting.”He smirked. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”“I have a meeting in ten minutes.”“You’ll survive.”“I might not.”He grinned, lowering his voice. “You’re dramatic.”“You love it.”“True.” He leaned closer until our faces almost touched. “Maybe this’ll help you focus.”I barely had time to breathe before he kissed me. Soft, quick but it left a spark running through my veins.“Better?” he murmured.“Worse,” I said honestly.He laughed. “Then my job here is done.”“You enjoy tormenting me, don’t you?”“Every second.”He pushed off the desk and h

Damien Cross POV“Adrian!”He didn’t stop.I caught the door just before it slammed shut. “Adrian, please ”“Don’t follow me!” His voice cracked. “You’ve done enough!”“Wait just listen ”“No!” He spun around, eyes red, breathing fast. “You knew, Damien. You knew my father was alive, and you let me sit here thinking he was dead!”“I was protecting you ”“Stop saying that!”His voice echoed through the hallway. A couple walking outside turned to stare through the glass windows, but neither of us cared.“Do you even hear yourself?” he said, trembling. “Every time something happens, you hide it, you lie, and you call it protection.”“I didn’t lie.”“You didn’t tell me!”“That’s not the same thing.”He laughed bitterly. “It’s exactly the same thing.”“Adrian ”“No,” he cut me off. “Don’t ‘Adrian’ me like I’m one of your subordinates. I’m not someone you get to control.”I took a breath, trying to stay calm. “If I’d told you the moment I found out, you would’ve gone after him. You would’v

Damien Cross POVThe house was too quiet. I sat on the couch with a glass of whiskey I didn’t even want. Half the bottle was gone. I hadn’t slept. Couldn’t.My arm still throbbed from the wound, but that wasn’t what kept me awake. It was the silence. The waiting.Mia said Adrian went to his father’s old office. Why, she didn’t know. But the moment she told me, my gut twisted.And then, finally the front door opened.I turned fast. My chest tightened.“Adrian.”He stood there in the doorway, pale and tired. His eyes found mine, and for a second, I forgot how to breathe.“Hey,” he said quietly.“You came back.”“I said I would.”“You shouldn’t have gone alone.”“I needed to.”“I could’ve gone with you.”He gave a weak smile. “You would’ve tried to stop me.”“Damn right I would.”He walked closer, slow, almost hesitant. “You’re drinking again.”I looked at the glass. “Trying to stop thinking.”“Does it help?”“Not really.”“Then stop.”I sighed and set it down. “Done.”Silence fell ag