Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Chapter 476 A Bad News

My heart began to race with unease as she played a video for me to see.

The sight on the screen shattered my world. It was Alex, intimately kissing another woman, his possessive grip pulling her closer as if he couldn't get enough of her. My head spun, and the ground beneath my feet felt unstable. Nausea churned in my stomach, and I had to fight the urge to empty my insides right then and there. I couldn't bear to watch any more of that heart-wrenching video, so I averted my gaze, tears welling up in my eyes as I tried to comprehend what I had just witnessed. Anger and hurt boiled inside me as I glared at the woman who had shown me that devastating video.

"What do you want from me? Why are you showing me this?" I demanded, trying to keep my voice steady despite the tremor in my hands.

Her expression turned deceptively innocent, but I could see the mockery in her eyes.

"I just want to alert you about your husband. You look like a very nice lady, and I am worried about you," she said with a hint of insincerity.

I clenched my fists, determined not to let her see how deeply her actions had affected me.

"You don't have to worry about me. I can take care of myself, and thank you for showing this video," I replied, forcing a calm facade even as my heart

into

stood up, leaving the restaurant without even looking back. Julia followed close behind, her voice filled with concern

Who was that girl? What did you see in her phone? Tell me,

at the thought of becoming a mother, building a future with Alex, my supposed loving husband. But now, it felt like everything had crumbled around me. I knew about Alex's questionable past before we got married, but I had believed that he had changed, that his feelings for me were genuine. Yet, that video shattered all my

myself for being blind to the signs. His sweet words and gestures, all of it seemed like

Julia held my hand, her touch grounding me in the moment. She turned me to face her, her caring eyes filled with empathy, waiting for me to open up about the

I recounted the painful

showed me a video in

pieces, just like that. What

the floor, my knees giving in to the immense

could he do this to me? How could he do this to our baby? The love I once held for him now seemed like a distant memory, overshadowed by the searing hatred that consumed me. I hated him more than I ever thought I could love him, and the realization cut through

cheeks