Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

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.

her irritation and the guilt of wanting to forgive him. How could she stay

more irritated by

hurt.

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

frustration bubbling within her. She wanted to be

holding her head. "Are you getting a headache? Here, let me help

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

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

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quickly, stepping back as

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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

husband.

steady and brimming with anger. "I