Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Chapter 672 Chapter 672 Heartbreak

*Selena*

I didn't know why Zander had texted me to meet him at this hotel, but I hurried over, excitement bubbling inside me. Maybe he had a surprise planned, or maybe he just wanted us to have some intimate time together. Either way, the thought sent a thrill through me.

My heart pounded as I reached the room number he had mentioned. I smoothed down my dress, took a deep breath, and knocked on the door, waiting for him to open it.

A few moments passed before the door finally swung open. But instead of Zander, Anne stood in the doorway-her robe barely tied, revealing far too much skin beneath it.

My stomach dropped.

"Oh, Se... Selena..." she stammered, her voice laced with nervousness. She quickly pulled the robe tighter around herself, but the damage was already done.

A cold dread washed over me. "What... what are you doing here?" My voice came out hoarse, barely above a whisper.

Anne hesitated before forcing an awkward smile. "I... uh... I could ask you the same thing."

I narrowed my eyes. "I thought this was my husband's room."

"Y-yeah, it is," she said, swallowing hard. "He's... he's sleeping right now."

My breath caught in my throat as her words sank in. Anne-half-naked, standing

in my husband's hotel room-telling me he was asleep inside.

I pushed past her, my heart pounding painfully in my chest. The moment my eyes landed on the bed, my worst fears were confirmed.

Two empty whiskey glasses sat on the nightstand. And Zander... he was sprawled across the bed, completely naked, his body tangled in the sheets.

cover

real.

in the air, on him. There was no denying what had happened in

eyes as I stumbled back, my mind screaming for this to be a terrible

shouted my

rage as

move a muscle. He was still fast asleep, completely unaware

lying there so peacefully. Did he enjoy his night with my half-sister so much that he was too exhausted to even wake up? The thought made

the nearest pillow and

yelled, my voice cracking

before finally opening his eyes. He blinked sluggishly, as if waking from the

exhausted after spending the night with me—even on the nights

of betrayal stabbed through my chest. Was my half-sister better than

eyes. He squinted at me in

up, not bothered by

breath hitched. Was he

I'm crying while you're lying here naked in a hotel room-with my half-sister-who

voice cracked as I bellowed again, my chest heaving. "What other reason could there be,

silent until now, suddenly

even look at her. I didn't care. She was nothing to me.

man who vowed to cherish me for eternity? The father of my child- the child I was

the one who truly shattered

he turned to Anne. His eyes widened

are you doing here? And why are you not wearing proper

unfazed by his

pretending. We're engaged.

his jaw tightening. "We are not engaged, Anne," he growled. "Our engagement was