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.

brought it as a gift when he traveled to the West. It was made of the finest silk

that belonged to me had disappeared? What did this mean?

*Zander*

watched as Selena's face lost its color when her eyes landed on the scarf. I knew it belonged to her; her scent

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

I had never heard of something like this happening. What had occurred that made her leave us and erased her from all our memories?

breaking the silence that had stretched between us. "I know this is yours, and

meet mine, and I caught a flicker of hope in them. "But what I don't understand," I said,

her face, but she didn't say anything. I couldn't stop now-I

tone softening just slightly, "but why

louder than any explanation she could have given. She

on, mate?" I pressed, my voice dropping to almost a whisper. "What are you

her shoulders gently but firmly, turning her

Selena," I insisted, my voice

finally reveal the truth. "Zander, I

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