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.

my hands flying to cover my mouth. My entire world

be real.

the scent of Anne was everywhere on the sheets, in the air,

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

thinking, I shouted

voice shook with rage as I

he didn't move a muscle. He was still fast

so much that he was too exhausted to even

grabbed the nearest pillow and swung it

my

finally opening his eyes.

never been this exhausted after spending the night with me—even on the nights we

stabbed through my chest. Was my

groggily, rubbing his eyes. He squinted at me in confusion. "Why are you

and sat up, not

hitched.

my voice thick with hurt. "You're asking me why I'm crying while you're lying here naked in a hotel room-with my half-sister-who is

cracked as I bellowed again, my chest heaving. "What other

until now, suddenly

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

father of my

the one

confusion before he turned to Anne. His eyes widened in horror as

here? And why are you not wearing proper clothes?" he

by his

arms over her barely covered chest and smirked. "Zander, stop pretending. We're engaged. It's perfectly fine for us to

he growled. "Our engagement was off the moment I