Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Chapter 641 Chapter 641 Strange Coincidence

The doctor confirmed that Austin's fever had gone down and he was fine now. After having a bowl of soup, Austin finally fell asleep, exhausted from crying and battling the fever earlier.

I stayed by his side, singing a soft lullaby and gently caressing his head until I was sure he was deeply asleep. Once satisfied, I pulled the blanket up to his chin, kissed his forehead tenderly, and began to leave the room.

"Selena," Zander's voice stopped me as I turned. He had been sitting quietly in a chair, watching us the entire time. "Are you leaving?"

"Uh, yeah. Austin's asleep now, so I think I should go," I murmured hesitantly.

"Wait," he said, getting up from his chair. "Come with me. I need to show you something."

Curious, I followed him as he walked to Austin's cupboard. He opened it and began searching through its contents with purpose.

I stood behind him, watching with growing curiosity. "What are you doing?" I finally asked, tilting my head. "Just give me a minute," he replied without looking back, still rifling through the neatly arranged shelves. Then he presented a scarf from the cupboard and showed it to me.

"Is this yours?" he asked, and I immediately recognized it.

was mine-Zander had brought it as a gift when he traveled to the West. It was

had it remained here when everything else that belonged to me had disappeared? What did this mean? And

*Zander*

on the scarf. I knew it belonged to her; her scent still lingered

had said was the truth-she was my wife, and we had been married. But I had forgotten her. How had this happened? I couldn't recall her from my past, no matter how hard I tried. That was the most baffling part of all. It wasn't just me everyone

normal. I had never heard of something like this happening. What had occurred that made her leave us and erased

between us. "I know this is yours, and I believe

eyes lifted to meet mine, and I caught a flicker of hope in them. "But what I don't understand," I said, my voice steady yet probing, "is what made you leave us and go to the

shifted, a flicker of nervousness crossing her face, but she

my tone softening

than any explanation she could have given.

to almost a whisper. "What are you hiding? Please,

held her shoulders gently but firmly, turning

I insisted, my voice

hesitated, her lips parting as if to finally reveal the truth. "Zander, I had to leave

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