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.

gasped, my hands flying to cover my mouth.

real.

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

as I stumbled back, my mind screaming for this to be a terrible misunderstanding. But the evidence was right in front of

shouted my

voice shook with rage

he didn't move a muscle. He was still fast asleep, completely unaware of the storm

stared at him, lying there so peacefully. Did he enjoy his night with my half-sister so much that he was

grabbed the nearest pillow and swung it

answer me!" I yelled, my voice cracking as tears

his eyes. He blinked sluggishly, as

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

my chest.

he murmured groggily, rubbing his eyes. He squinted at me in confusion. "Why are you shouting? And why the fuck are

sat up,

breath hitched. Was

sobbed, my voice thick with hurt. "You're asking me why I'm

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

been silent until now, suddenly mumbled,

care. She was nothing to me.

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

was the one

turned to Anne. His eyes widened in horror as he finally took in her

you not wearing proper clothes?" he demanded, his voice laced

unfazed by

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

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