All Chapters of Accidentally His Husband: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Soren’s POVI didn’t go home that night. I couldn’t.The air in my car felt too tight, too heavy, like I was suffocating under my own name. Celeste’s words kept replaying in my head, every calm, venom-laced syllable twisting into something real.I wanted to believe she was lying. She always lied. But she’d looked too confident, too sure. And if she was right, then Victor had already started his move.The moment I reached the office, I ordered the security team to unlock the financial systems. The city outside was quiet, only distant lights blinking through the glass walls. It was well past midnight, but I didn’t care. I’d built my empire from nothing but precision and instinct, and something inside me was screaming that everything I’d worked for was slipping.Numbers loaded across the screen.I froze.Shares, moved. Three percent here, two there. Silent, gradual transfers. Not enough to draw attention, but steady enough to signal one thing, Victor was pulling power from me, piece by

Soren’s POVThe night felt heavier than usual. The city lights blinked against the black sky, but my chest carried a strange emptiness. Adrian hadn’t said much since the argument that morning, not a text, not even a call. It shouldn’t have bothered me this much, but it did. The silence between us felt like a wall I didn’t know how to climb.I stood by the window of my apartment, watching cars move like veins of light. My reflection in the glass looked tired. My eyes were dull, lips pressed together like I was holding back words I couldn’t say.When I finally sat on the couch, I saw the sketchpad lying open, the last page I’d drawn was of Adrian. His eyes. His hands. The way his smile barely lifted one corner of his mouth. I ran my fingers across the pencil lines, then shut the book before I could think too much.I told myself I’d stop thinking about him. But even that felt like a lie.The knock on my door startled me. Three quick taps. My heart jumped. No one visited me this late, a

 Soren’s POVThe sound of rain was the first thing I heard when I woke up. It fell in soft, steady rhythms against the glass walls of my penthouse, painting the morning in gray. Adrian was still asleep beside me, his face half-buried in the pillow, the blanket tangled around his waist. For a long time, I just watched him. He looked peaceful when he slept, like the world outside didn’t exist. No cameras, no threats, no expectations. Just him. I hadn’t slept much. My mind wouldn’t stop turning. Every choice I’d made lately felt like it was walking a thin line between redemption and self-destruction. He shifted slightly, murmuring something in his sleep. I reached out and brushed a strand of hair from his forehe

Noah’s POVThe sound of rain against the glass had always calmed me. But tonight, it only made the silence louder. I sat on the couch, watching the city lights blur through the storm, thinking about what Adrian must be feeling right now. He hadn’t answered my messages all day. Not one. And though I wanted to believe it was because he was busy, the truth was heavier. Soren Knight’s world wasn’t built for peace. It was built on power, on control, and Adrian had walked straight into the center of it. I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees, trying to push away the unease sitting in my chest. My phone buzzed. Ezra. 

Soren’s POVThe forest swallowed us whole.The rain turned the ground slick beneath our feet as we ran through the darkness, branches snapping underfoot, breath clouding in the cold air. Adrian’s hand gripped mine tightly, his pulse racing against my skin. Behind us, faint voices called out, Victor’s men, getting closer.“Keep moving,” I said, my voice low but firm.“I’m trying,” Adrian gasped, stumbling over a root. I caught him before he fell, my arm wrapping around his waist. His clothes were soaked, his hair plastered to his forehead, but his eyes, they were still burning.I’d seen that fire before. It was the same one that made me marry him without thinking, the same one that made me defy Victor in front of the press. And it terrified me. Because every time I thought I could control it, it consumed me instead.We reached a clearing. The rain eased, but the air felt colder here. An old wooden cabin stood in the distance, its roof sagging, its windows dark. I recognized it immediat