Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Chapter 603

Chapter 603 A Mirage

"No, Mother," I interrupted, my voice firm. "Just stop making decisions on my behalf."

Her calm expression didn't waver as she turned to me, and I couldn't help but feel both anger and disbelief. How could she remain so composed in every situation? More importantly, how could she consistently make decisions for me as if I had no agency?

She was my mother, yes, but she had left me with my father and his wife whom I'd believed to be my real mother for most of my life. Now, after all these years, she had appeared out of nowhere, assuming that a few explanations would magically erase the pain of abandonment and make everything normal again. Worse still, she thought she could control my life when I was the one destined to rule the Lunar Realm-such irony.

"Selena, believe me," my mother said in her ever-serene voice, as though her words alone could soothe away all objections. "This is for your good and the good of the realm."

"No, Mother, you have to understand this time," I argued, my voice rising in defiance. I didn't care that God Kaelvor was standing there, witnessing our exchange. "I have a mate and a son. I have a life in the other realm, and I am here only because you told me it was my destiny to save the Lunar Realm and its people. But that does not give you the right to rewrite my fate."

My tone was stern, every word underscoring my resolve.

"Selena," she said with a serene smile, her gaze shifting between God Kaelvor and me. "Your life changed the moment you came here to stay. Your old life no longer exists. The people you still care about... they don't even remember you," she declared, her voice calm but cutting.

I shook my head vehemently, refusing to accept her words. "That's not possible," I retorted with a self-assured smirk, determined to challenge her claim.

"I knew you wouldn't believe me," she replied, her soft smile unwavering, as if she weren't casually dismantling the foundation of my hope. "But will you believe it when you see it for yourself?"

a chill through me, but I refused to let doubt take root. My mate, my son-my family-they would never forget me. It was absurd to even consider. And... and it had only been a few days since I left them. Surely, that wasn't enough time for anyone to forget someone as if they'd never

on me. I didn't know what my mother intended to make me believe, but a part of me dreaded finding out. I

dining table. At its center was a large golden bowl filled with water. With a graceful motion, she swept her hand over it, and the surface of the water rippled, transforming

There they were my mate, Zander, and my son, Austin. They were talking

longing to hold him, to hear him respond. "Zander!" I added, hoping against

hear you. But through this, you can see and hear them

the screen to look at

the image. "Do they look like they miss you? No, Selena. They're

hit me like a punch

demanded, my voice trembling as dread pooled

demeanor making her words all the more unnerving. "You'll understand soon enough what I mean. Just stay alert,

filling with longing and yearning to

then, the

figure walked into the

throat.

my half-sister Anne. And the person

It was my father.

He was alive.