Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Chapter 469 Control Freak Alex's POV.

"What do you mean by 'I can't drink with my friends' and..." She paused, her voice dripping with defiance, "...and how can you control my life." Her fiery eyes pierced through me as she waved her two fingers, clearly agitated by my words. Her body tensed, ready for a fight. I let out a deep sigh, feeling the weight of the situation press against my temples. Rubbing my forehead, I struggled to find the right words.

"I want you to stay away from those perverted guys who seek a chance to get into every girl's panties." My plate lay forgotten as I stood up, crossing my arms firmly across my chest, a gesture of authority.

Sarah scoffed, her voice laced with sarcasm. "Really, and you know this very well? Hmmm? Every man wants only this," she mimicked my stance, crossing her hands over her chest.

Frustration seeped into my voice as I replied, "It's not about blaming each other. I know how far a drunk guy can go. So I am just worried about you." The thought of another man's hands on my wife ignited a fire within me, causing my teeth to clench.

My determination hardened as I made my decision known. "I have decided you won't go to any of those stupid parties." The words hung heavily in the air, and Sarah's face flushed with anger.

"I can't believe, Alex, you don't trust me!" Sarah's voice rang out, filled with fury. Her eyes turned red, the intensity of her emotions blazing.

The room grew quieter as the weight of her accusation settled between us. My eyes darkened, betraying the storm brewing inside me. My nostrils flared with each aggravated breath, my anger escalating. Sarah's disobedience fueled the fire within, intensifying my rage.

"I don't have rights to you, huh? Okay. Fine. Do whatever you want. Damn it! Don't come to me when someone takes advantage of you," I yelled at her, frustration boiling over as I slammed my hand on the table, making the plates rattle.

Sarah flinched visibly, her expression filled with fear. This was the first time she had seen me so angry. Did she think I would hit her? She instinctively took a step back, and my heart sank at the realization of how my anger affected her. With my dark eyes fixed on her, I knew I had to step away before things escalated further. I stormed off, heading straight to the balcony to cool down, seeking the solace of fresh, cold air.

I took deep breaths, I tried to regain control of my emotions. I didn't want

a hand over my face, hoping to find a

to the guest room, still furious at me. I stood at the doorway, my eyes fixed on her sleeping form for a few moments, contemplating whether I should wake her up and apologize for my

feel a mix of regret and worry. I wished I had handled the situation better. My mind churned with thoughts about how to make her understand

Tired from the emotional turmoil, I closed my eyes and

Sarah's POV.

the morning,

on Alex, still peacefully asleep beside me. The weight of last night's argument settled heavily on my chest,

to listen to my perspective. I clenched my fists, replaying the scene in my mind. He

bathroom, the cold tiles chilling my feet, and splashed water on my face, trying to

I needed to make amends, at least for my part in the argument. So, I started preparing breakfast for both of us. The aroma of coffee filled the air,

I had to

and slung my bag over my shoulder. Taking one last glance at the quiet apartment, I left for

evening, I

weathered chair,

on the tranquil countryside. A bottle of beer was clutched in my hand as I took swig, trying to relax my nerves. Anger still simmered within me from the recent call I'd ignored from Alex. His constant attempts at communication only fueled my resentment. I didn't want to talk to him; not right now. So, without hesitation, I