Lahat ng Kabanata ng His accidental husband: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

Adria Hale POVI couldn’t sleep that night. Damien sat on the other side of the couch. There was silence between us for almost an hour.I finally said, “You should have told me everything, Damien. All of it.”He didn’t look up. “I thought I could handle it.”“You can’t keep deciding for both of us,” I said calmly. “You keep shutting me out like I’m some stranger.”“I was trying to protect you.”“Protect me?” I laughed loudly. “You call this protection? Losing the baby we wanted, getting dragged into police mess, and finding out there are files about your past floating around? That’s protection?”He folded his hands together. “Adrian, please don’t make this worse.”“I’m not making it worse,” I said. “I’m just telling the truth.”He finally whispered, “I didn’t think Julian would go that far.”“You shouldn’t have gone there alone.”He looked at me then. “Would you have let me?”I didn’t answer. Because he was right. I wouldn’t have.But that didn’t make it okay.After a long silence, I

Adrian Hale POVWhen I woke up that morning, I thought things were finally alright.Damien was beside me, half asleep, his hand over mine.Then my phone rang.I grabbed it from the nightstand. It was a number from the adoption agency.My heart jumped.“Hello?” I said, still half asleep.“Good morning, Mr. Adrian,” the woman on the other end said. “This is Ms. Laurel from the adoption board. We need both you and Mr. Damien to come in immediately. It’s urgent.”“Did something happen?” I asked.“It’s better we discuss it in person,” she said. “Please be here within an hour.”She hung up before I could say anything else.I turned to Damien. “We need to go. They called.”He blinked, trying to wake up. “The agency?”“Yes. They said it’s urgent.”He sat up slowly, rubbing his face. “I’ll drive.”Something wasn’t right.The ride there was silent.I kept glancing at him, but he didn’t look back. His hands were tight on the wheel.I wanted to ask what happened last night, but I just let it sl

Adrian Hale POVWhen Damien dropped the phone, I just stared at him.“What did they say?” I asked again, my voice shaking.He looked at me like he wasn’t really here. “They think I killed Ethan.”“What?”“Ethan’s dead,” he said quietly. “Shot twice. And the police said… I was the last person seen near him.”“No,” I said, shaking my head. “That’s impossible. You were with me Damien, you were here.”He rubbed his face. “They have footage, Adrian.”“Footage?”He nodded. “Someone wearing my clothes, my face maybe… it looks like me.”I stepped closer. “Someone is framing you again.”“Yes. And they’re doing a damn good job this time.”I didn’t know what to say again. I thought all this was over.Then I said, “You need to tell the police everything.”“I can’t,” he said. “Not yet.”“Why not?”“Because they won’t believe me. Ethan’s blood was found on my old gloves; they'll think I’m lying.”“Damien, how could your gloves ”“I don’t know!” he shouted, then stopped, pressing his hand to his for

Damien Cross POV“Can you stop staring at me like that?” Adrian said suddenly, eyes still fixed on his phone.I blinked. “I wasn’t staring.”“Yes, you were,” he said, setting the phone on his lap. “You’ve been watching me for the last ten minutes.”“Maybe I like what I see.”He gave a laugh, “Nice, Damien. Very Nice.”“Adrian,” I said quietly, “you’ve been quiet all night.”“So have you.”“I’m trying not to mess things up again.”“Since when do you worry about that?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.“Since I realized silence with you is better than fighting without you.”He stared at me for a moment, then looked away. “You say things like that, and I don’t know if I should kiss you or cry.”“Do both,” I said, trying to make him smile.He didn’t. He pulled the blanket closer instead. “Damien, what if we don’t get another chance like this?”“What do you mean?”“This… normal life. You and me.” His voice dropped. “It feels borrowed. Like it could disappear again.”“Then we hold on tighter.

Adrian Hale POV“Damien, are you seriously still working?” I leaned against the doorframe.He looked up from his laptop. “Good morning to you too.”“You promised no work on weekends.”He sighed, rubbing his eyes. “I just need to send this email, Adrian.”“Uh-huh. That’s what you said an hour ago.” I walked closer, grabbed the laptop, and shut it. “Email sent.”“Adrian ”“Nope.” I pushed his glasses up his nose. “You’re off duty.”He chuckled, shaking his head. “You’re impossible.”“Thank you. Now, coffee?”“Yes, please.”While I poured it, I caught him staring at me. “What?”“Nothing,” he said, smiling. “You look… handsome baby.”“That’s a first.” I handed him the cup. “You’re the one who looks handsome too.”He raised a brow. “Handsome?”“Yeah. Less CEO, more… Husband who actually sleeps.”“Careful,” he teased, “I might get used to that title.”“Good. Maybe then you’ll stop having breakfast meetings at six a.m.”He laughed calmly.“You okay?” I asked quietly.“Just thinking,” he murm