Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband (Aria and Alessandro)

Lét Me Go, My Mafia Husband

Chapter 200 The Queen's King Finished

Alessandro didn't fight back; instead, he lowered his head obediently, preparing himself to absorb her anger. He silently hoped that, in time, she would find it in her heart to forgive him.

The thought of losing Aria was the scariest thing he could imagine, and he couldn't afford to let that happen. Standing there in silence, he bowed his head before his wife, lowering his gaze because he knew he was guilty of hiding things from her. Yet, he wasn't ashamed to how before Aria; after all, a king only bowed before his queen.

Mia scowled internally, glaring at her husband standing silently before her with his head lowered, looking so unassuming. Her mafia husband knew every trick to soften her anger, but not this time. She wasn't falling for it anymore.

"You said no, you promised-you'd never hide anything from me, that you'd never lie. So how could you do this, Alessandro?" Her voice trembled, the hurt and betrayal clear in every word.

Alessandro slowly raised his head, meeting her eyes, and his heart sank when he saw the tears brimming there. In that moment, he knew he had made another huge mistake.

"I'm sorry, amore mio," he murmured, attempting to take a step closer, but Mia held up a hand to stop him

"No, you can't keep lying to me and then expect to make it all right with an apology," she shot back, her voice laced with frustration.

"Okay, amore mio, it won't happen again. I promise," he murmured again, lowering his gaze and standing there like a devoted husband, as if his submission would somehow ease her anger.

Mia sighed, torn between her irritation and the guilt of wanting to forgive him. How could she stay angry when he kept apologizing so sincerely?

"Alessandro, I can't do this anymore. You... you..." Her words trailed off, and she found herself growing more irritated by his gentle demeanor. It only made her feel more conflicted about how to express her

hurt.

"I'm sorry, amore mio. Please forgive me this time," he mumbled in his deep, husky voice, looking up at her through his thick eyelashes while still bowing his head in a show of humility.

Mia pressed her fingers against her temples, frustration bubbling within her. She wanted to be angry at him, but every gesture he made was designed to melt her heart.

"What's wrong, amore mio?" Alessandro asked, furrowing his brow with concern as he noticed Mia holding her head. "Are you getting a headache? Here, let me help you." Holding her elbow tenderly, he guided her toward the bed. "How about a head massage?"

His large, rough hands cradled her forehead gently, the warmth of his touch radiating through her skin. Alessandro's fingers pressed lightly into her temples, working in slow, deliberate circles that sent waves of relaxation coursing through her body. Each gentle movement felt both grounding and comforting, as if he were melting away the tension she had been holding. Mia marveled at the way his skilled hands seemed to possess a magic of their own, and she found herself battling the urge to close her eyes and surrender to the soothing sensation of her husband pampering her with his incredible head massage.

"Stop it, Alessandro," Mia-snapped, her irritation bubbling to the surface as she struggled to maintain her

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"Okay, baby," Alessandro replied quickly, stepping back as if he'd been burned.

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Mia rolled her eyes, suddenly realizing she had forgotten what she intended to confront him about. Just then, as if the stars were aligning in Alessandro's favor, Mia's phone rang. She glanced at the screen and saw Emily's name flashing. Anger surged within her again as she lifted her gaze from the phone to her

husband.

"Alessandro Valentino?" she fired, her voice steady and brimming with anger. "I want a divorce."

Alessandro's breath hitched. "What? No, baby. I'll die if you leave me," he pleaded, his eyes wide with desperation.

"Bullshit. You didn't think about that when you lied to me," Mia shot back, her irritation mounting.

The more she tried to rein in her emotions, the angrier she became, as if the pregnancy hormones were amplifying her feelings. She felt overwhelmed as if everyone was ignoring her, and the thought that her husband no longer loved her gnawed at her. God, what's happening with me?! Mia groaned internally, recognizing the hormones were playing tricks on her mind.

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"You keep doing this to me, playing with my heart and taking me for granted, and I've endured more than I can take," Mia mumbled, her heart brimming with a mix of emotions that overpowered her thoughts Suddenly, memories of all the past torturous events flooded her mind.

"Alessandro Valentino, I need a divorce, and I won't settle for anything less," Mia declared curtly, the words leaving her mouth before she fully understood her own emotions.

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