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."

with determination. "Okay, Mother," I said. "Give me one day. Let me finish what

my dear." Her voice was heavy with urgency. "We've already lost

protest, but her next words sent

the God of Destruction. He has agreed

seemed to leave my lungs. "What?" I whispered,

quickly, "He promised, Selena. And gods never go back

it meant to be a half- goddess, the descendant of the Moon Goddess. I had never

interjected, his voice laced with frustration. His jaw tightened,

a gentle hand on his chest, my touch a silent

up into his stormy eyes. "Trust me

sharply,

weight of his emotions. His jaw clenched, and

silent war raging

the silent

long moment,

though every fiber of his being seemed to resist

idea struck me like lightning. A spark of hope

the words tumbled out. "And if it works, trust me... all our problems will be solved in

gaze steady as he waited for me to

deep breath. "I have