Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Chapter 623 Complicated Mess

Though Mother wasn't pleased with my decision, she refrained from voicing her disapproval. She knew that no amount of arguing would change my mind, especially after the council had formally sealed the agreement.

Zander approached me, holding Austin's small hand, and my heart ached with the overwhelming need to embrace my son. Maddox and Blair followed closely behind, their expressions unreadable.

"Austin, this is Selena," Zander said gently, crouching to meet our son's gaze. "She's going to live with us now.'

Austin's curious eyes studied me with a mix of confusion and innocence. I offered him a soft smile, silently praying that some part of his heart would recognize me-perhaps just a trace of the bond we shared, the blood and flesh that connected us, would make him realize who I was.

"Why will she live with us?" Austin asked, tilting his head toward his father.

His words pierced through me, and I sighed deeply, the weight of despair settling over my chest. My baby boy didn't recognize me.

I waited for Zander to reply, to tell our son the truth-that I was his mother. But instead, I found myself staring at the conflicted emotions crossing his face. Hesitation clouded his features, leaving me to wonder: was he reluctant to reveal the truth to Austin, or did he still doubt that I was truly our son's mother?

favorite child endure this torment? If so, I've had enough. This pain, this slow,

the Moonglow pack. We should welcome her, right, Austin?" Blair stepped forward, her voice calm and steady, breaking the tense silence and ending the unspoken

in your house, Austin?" I asked with a smile, crouching to

he was really thinking it over

him a little nod, and that seemed to seal

and my son-it made my heart brimmed with

Everything about it looked exactly the same. Silly me, expecting it to feel different after such a short time. I'd only been gone for a few weeks, but it

we arrived

journey. Zander came to my side, reaching to take him from me, but gently refused, insisting that would carry

of the car and made my way toward

I was about to enter, Anne appeared unexpectedly at the doorway, stopping me in my tracks. Her expression caught me off guard-it wasn't welcoming. In fact, she seemed almost displeased to see me. So,

she died in

moment I could imagine. The urge to run to her and hug her tightly was overwhelming. We used to be so close. She had loved me and I loved her just as much. Anne was the only one who had ever truly cared for me when no one else did. My father, my half-brother, and my stepmother had never shown me any kindness. To them, I was nothing but a curse, a wolfless