Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Chapter 675 Chapter 675 A Race Against Time

*Selena*

My heart sank at my mother's sudden appearance. A wave of unease settled in my chest as I took in the solemn expression on her face.

"What's wrong, Mother?" I mumbled, dread creeping into my voice. "Why did you come so urgently to take me back to the Lunar Realm?"

She hesitated, her lips pressing together as if choosing her words carefully. "Selena, the day is coming... in three days," she finally said. "We need to find a way to save the world and to save-" She halted, stepping closer, her warm hand gently clasping mine. There was a softness in her gaze, a deep motherly affection that made my chest tighten. When she spoke again, her voice was barely above a whisper.

"You."

A sharp breath left my lips. Three days?! My mind raced, panic clawing at my chest. My hands instinctively moved to my belly, cradling the life growing inside me. Could my baby feel the storm raging inside me? The fear? The uncertainty? I swallowed hard, forcing myself to stay strong.

I needed time.

"What's going on?" Zander frowned, his sharp gaze shifting between me and my mother. He moved to step into our conversation, but I placed a gentle hand on his chest, silently pleading with him to let me handle this.

"I told you about the day... and now, it's coming." My voice was steady, but the weight of those words pressed heavily on my chest.

Zander's brows furrowed in concern. "What?"

I forced a reassuring smile, reaching for his hand. "Don't worry, hubby. Let me talk to my mother. We will find a way."

determination. "Okay, Mother," I said. "Give me one day.

firmly. "I don't think that's a good idea, my dear." Her

opened my mouth to protest, but her next

of Destruction. He has agreed to marry you, Selena. He will save the Lunar

air seemed to leave my lungs.

confusion in my eyes, she added quickly, "He promised, Selena. And gods never go back on

truly understanding what it meant to be a half- goddess, the descendant of the Moon Goddess. I had never dealt with

with frustration.

a gentle hand on his chest,

looking up into his

exhaled sharply, his chest

with the weight of his emotions. His jaw clenched, and

silent war raging within him.

the silent

a long

every fiber of his being

idea struck me like lightning. A spark of

plan." My heart pounded as the words tumbled out. "And if it works, trust

listening," Zander said, his gaze steady as he

took a deep breath. "I have