Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Chapter 382 My Wife Is Angry

Carlo's gaze bore into Emma, his expression a mix of fury and disappointment, causing a crimson hue to stain Emma's cheeks with embarrassment. Without hesitation, Emma seized Kat's hand, her grip firm and commanding. "You disobedient daughter, come with me," she admonished and forcefully dragged Kat away from the scene.

"I apologize, Sofia, on behalf of Kat," Carlo interjected, his remorseful smile tinged with sadness and regret.

"No, Dad, you don't have to apologize. She is my sister too. I don't mind her," Sofia responded, her smile genuine and forgiving. She had grown accustomed to Kat's insolence, reaching a point where she no longer expected anything more from her half-sister. Their relationship, if it could even be called that, was a mirage of indifference, both existing on the periphery of each other's lives.

Carlo's hand tenderly brushed against Sofia's head as he spoke his parting words. "Take care, my child. I'll go and mingle with Alessandro and the other guests." Sofia nodded in acknowledgment, watching as her father walked away, his presence blending into the bustling crowd.

Left alone, Sofia's surroundings seemed to suffocate her with boredom. Restless, she decided to explore the venue, longing for a change of scenery and a respite from the monotony.

As she ventured through the hall, Sofia observed a lively atmosphere. Conversations buzzed, glasses clinked, and the aroma of delicious food wafted through the air. In the center of the hall, a grand ballroom dance had been arranged, with couples twirling gracefully to the enchanting melodies. A nostalgic smile graced Sofia's lips as she reminisced about her first dance with Leonardo, the memory of their shared moment etched in her heart.

Her eyes scanned the crowd, searching for Leonardo amidst the sea of faces. She weaved through the gathering, her anticipation growing with each step.

Finally, her gaze landed upon Leonardo, standing in a secluded corner, engrossed in conversation with Evelyn. They appeared comfortable and at ease, their interaction resembling that of old friends. Questions swirled in Sofia's mind. What was Leonardo doing with Evelyn? He had claimed to have moved on and harbored no lingering feelings.

Driven by a mix of curiosity and a twinge of apprehension, Sofia hastened her pace, closing the distance between them. But as she reached their side, a sharp pang shot through her heart, and her eyes widened in disbelief when she saw Leonardo hug Evelyn. Leonardo and Evelyn entangled from their embrace, but their hands were now entwined.

A surge of emotions flooded Sofia, a torrent of confusion, hurt, and anger. "What the hell?" she uttered under her breath, her voice laced with disbelief. Determined, she moved toward them, determined to seek answers and confront the situation head-on. Sofia's grip tightened around Leonardo's hand, causing him to turn towards her, surprise etched across his features. His eyes searched hers for an explanation, his confusion palpable in the air.

"What's going on?" Sofia questioned, her gaze narrowed as she curled her fingers around his arm, a protective gesture that silently conveyed her claim on him.

Evelyn, sensing the tension, raised a brow in an unspoken challenge. Sofia met her gaze head-on, her narrowed eyes communicating her defiance. How dare Evelyn embrace her husband?

interjected, his voice calm but formal. He turned towards Sofia, introducing her with a touch of pride. "Evelyn, meet my beautiful wife, Sofia." He then looked back at Sofia,

evident as she shot

Evelyn, Sofia spoke with blunt rudeness. "Can I take my husband back? Excuse us." Without waiting for a

but question the situation. "What was

Sofia's veins, her anger refusing to subside. "What was what?" she snapped

innocently inquired as if oblivious to his actions. He spoke with a

for my husband, and I saw him flirting with his ex-girlfriend," Sofia seethed, her teeth gritted with frustration. "And you're

playfully emphasized the last sentence, his tone laced with amusement. Sofia's face flushed crimson, the realization hitting her. Was she truly jealous? It was a foreign emotion, one she had never experienced before. She had never

she stammered, attempting to divert the conversation away from

said you don't dance?" Leonardo teased, a mischievous

retorted, her annoyance palpable. "That day, you had no problem dancing with me. But now, when I want to dance with you, you remind me that I cannot." Frustration consumed her, and her anger threatened to bubble over. The rapid transformation from a caring husband to a mocking, teasing figure left her wounded. Was he

he reached out and took her hand, guiding

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*A few minutes before*

the bar as he sought a moment of respite for himself. He was waiting for

last thing he desired. Despite his wish to avoid a scene at his own party, there was no escape. She stood before him, a sight he

flooded his mind, and he braced himself for the encounter. Wanting to maintain composure, he chose to ignore her, turning his

are you avoiding me?" Evelyn's voice called out from behind him, pleading

have a choice? Do you remember what you did to

day, Leonardo. I'm truly sorry. Will you

time I attempt to forgive you, you always manage to do something unforgivable. How can I trust that you won't repeat your mistakes?" Leonardo's voice carried a tone of accusation, laying bare the

I don't want to lose you as a

Leonardo hesitated, torn between