All Chapters of Accidentally His Husband: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

ADRIAN'S Pov The hospital smelled the same as always, antiseptic, cold air, and that faint trace of metal that clung to everything.I used to hate it. Now, it felt like the only place where life made sense.Mom smiled the moment she saw me walk through the door. “There’s my boy,” she whispered, her voice soft but warm.I dropped my duffel on the chair and bent to hug her. She felt smaller somehow, lighter, like her bones were made of glass.“You’re working too much again,” she said, pulling back to look at me. “You’ve got shadows under your eyes.”I forced a laugh. “I could say the same about you.”“Don’t deflect,” she teased gently. “What’s going on?”I hesitated. For a moment, I wanted to tell her everything, that I was married to Soren Knight, that the world was tearing me apart online, that I didn’t even know who I was anymore. But the sight of her smile, fragile, hopeful, stopped me.She didn’t need that weight.“Nothing’s wrong,” I lied. “Just long hours, that’s all.”She reac

  ADRIAN'S Pov  I didn’t breathe until I was far from the studio. The crowd had followed me for three blocks, reporters shouting questions, cameras flashing in my face, strangers whispering my name. Every step felt like I was walking through fire. When I finally ducked into a narrow alley, I pressed my back against the cold brick wall and let out a shaky breath. My hands trembled as I pulled off my mic, tossing it into the nearest trash bin. I should’ve felt relief. I’d said what I wanted to say. For once, the words hadn’t been scripted or controlled by someone else’s agenda. But instead of relief, all I felt was dread. Because I knew what came next. The world didn’t like when someone like me spoke against someone like Soren Knight, or worse, against the empire behind him.

  Adrian's Pov  The morning after felt like the calm before a storm. I woke up before dawn, my arm half-draped over Soren’s waist, the faint rhythm of his breathing grounding me in a way nothing else could. The city outside was quiet, only the hum of rain tapping faintly against the windows. For a moment, I didn’t move. I just looked at him. He looked peaceful in sleep, something I didn’t deserve to disturb. His hair fell messily over his forehead, his face soft in the faint light. I hadn’t realized how much I missed this, just silence, no arguments, no accusations. Last night had been the first time we let down our guard instead of throwing words like weapons. But peace was dangerous. It made me feel things I’d spent years trying to bury. I slowly got out of bed, careful not to wake him. The floor was cold under my feet as I walked into th

   Adrian's Pov  Hospitals always smelled like fear and bleach. I’d grown used to that mix over the years, but this time, it hit harder. Maybe because Mom looked smaller than before, fragile beneath the thin sheets, her breathing shallow, the heart monitor keeping rhythm in the quiet room. I sat by her side, holding her hand. Her skin was cold. I tried to smile when her eyes fluttered open. “Adrian,” she whispered. “I’m here,” I said softly. She blinked weakly. “You shouldn’t have come alone.” I forced a laugh. “You’re the one lying in bed, Mom. I’m fine.” She tried to smile but it faded. “He was here, wasn’t he?” My throat tightened. “You mean Soren?” She

  Soren's Pov  When my phone started buzzing nonstop during the board meeting, I knew something was wrong. The tension in the room was thick already, half the directors still saw me as a scandal waiting to happen. I excused myself, walked into the hallway, and checked the notifications lighting up my screen. Every message said the same thing. Turn on the news. I opened the nearest conference room door and turned on the monitor mounted on the wall. The headline hit like a hammer. “Knight Heir’s Husband Under Fire, Secret Payouts Uncovered.” I stared at the screen, watching the words twist into something cruel. The report played clips of our wedding, our interviews, moments stolen from cameras that never stopped watching. And then it showed the receipts. Bank transfers. Dates. A timeline that painted one story, A