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.

my emotions. I didn't want to scare her, but she

hand over

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 outburst. However, I decided against it, knowing that she needed space to cool off as

on the bed, I couldn't help but feel a mix of regret and worry. I wished I had handled the situation better. My mind

I closed my eyes and eventually

Sarah's POV.

morning, the

on Alex, still peacefully asleep beside me. The weight of last night's argument settled heavily on my chest, and my heart felt gloomy as the memories flooded back. I hated thatwe fought, and it pained me to think about the harsh

voice, refusing to listen to my perspective. I clenched my fists, replaying the scene in

the bathroom, the cold tiles chilling my feet, and splashed water on my face, trying to wash away the lingering frustration. After getting ready, I made my way to the kitchen, a sense

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, mingling with the scent of freshly toasted bread. I arranged the plates with care, setting his breakfast

I knew I had to give Alex some space, and perhaps

breakfast, I gathered my belongings and slung my bag over my shoulder. Taking one last glance at the quiet apartment, I left for my parents'

the evening, I

weathered chair, the

constant attempts at communication only fueled my resentment. I didn't want to talk to him; not right now. So, without hesitation, I decided to skip the drama and headed straight to a party at a farmhouse, eager to reconnect with