All Chapters of Accidentally His Husband: Chapter 51 - Chapter 56

The world turned against Adrian overnight.One morning, his name was trending for the wrong reasons: “gold-digger,” “fraud,” “con artist.” News outlets twisted every piece of truth into scandal. His photo, once hidden in Soren’s shadow, was everywhere,mocked, dissected, judged. Celeste had made sure of that.She didn’t just leak the story. She built it. Articles appeared with “sources close to the Blackbourne family” claiming Adrian trapped Soren for money, manipulated his emotions, and forced a marriage to secure wealth. Some even suggested he’d lied about his past.By afternoon, Adrian couldn’t step outside without someone snapping a photo.He sat curled up on the couch, the television blaring another cruel headline:“The Billionaire’s Mistake: Did Soren Blackbourne Fall for a Scam?”His hands trembled as he muted the sound. The silence that followed was heavy and sharp.When Soren entered the room, Adrian didn’t look up. “They’re calling me a liar,” he said quietly. “A thief. Even

Rain poured through the city that night, washing over glass towers and dim streetlights like the world was trying to start over. Inside the penthouse, Adrian sat on the couch with a blanket over his shoulders, staring at the muted TV. Every channel seemed to show his face, replaying clips of the press conference where Soren had stood beside him.It should’ve made him feel safe. Instead, it made him feel trapped.The door opened suddenly, and Soren stepped in, his black coat dripping with rain. He looked exhausted, his hair damp, his jaw tight. “You’re still awake,” he said quietly.Adrian turned off the TV. “You didn’t come back for hours.”“I had to meet with my legal team,” Soren said, unbuttoning his coat. “Victor’s moving faster than I thought. He’s called for a private meeting with the board. He wants them to vote me out as interim CEO.”Adrian’s eyes widened. “He can’t do that.”Soren gave a humorless laugh. “He’s Victor Hale. He can do anything when people owe him favors.”Adri

We had reached the clearing near the river, the one I’d been tracking for hours. The moon reflected off the water like a mirror, and I used it to gauge the terrain. My eyes scanned the treeline constantly. My mind calculated, recalculated, adjusted. They were out there. They always were. And they weren’t just looking, they were hunting. Adrian’s hand in mine was tight, almost painfully so, but it anchored me. He was scared, yes, but also stubborn. Defiant. That defiance of his was dangerous—but it was also… irresistible. I hated that he unsettled me this way. “Are you okay?” I asked, though I already knew the answer. His chest heaved, his legs trembled. “I’m alive,” he said, voice sharp despite exhaustion. “Isn’t that enough?”