Let Me Go My Mafia Husband (Aria and Alessandro) novel Chapter 382

Chapter 382 My Wife Is Angry
Carlo's gaze bore into Emma, his expression a mix of fury and disappointment, causing a crimson hue to stain Emma's cheeks with embarrassment. Without hesitation, Emma seized Kat's hand, her grip firm and commanding. "You disobedient daughter, come with me," she admonished and forcefully dragged Kat away from the scene.

"I apologize, Sofia, on behalf of Kat," Carlo interjected, his remorseful smile tinged with sadness and regret.

"No, Dad, you don't have to apologize. She is my sister too. I don't mind her," Sofia responded, her smile genuine and forgiving. She had grown accustomed to Kat's insolence, reaching a point where she no longer expected anything more from her half-sister. Their relationship, if it could even be called that, was a mirage of indifference, both existing on the periphery of each other's lives.

Carlo's hand tenderly brushed against Sofia's head as he spoke his parting words. "Take care, my child. I'll go and mingle with Alessandro and the other guests." Sofia nodded in acknowledgment, watching as her father walked away, his presence blending into the bustling crowd.

Left alone, Sofia's surroundings seemed to suffocate her with boredom. Restless, she decided to explore the venue, longing for a change of scenery and a respite from the monotony.

As she ventured through the hall, Sofia observed a lively atmosphere. Conversations buzzed, glasses clinked, and the aroma of delicious food wafted through the air. In the center of the hall, a grand ballroom dance had been arranged, with couples twirling gracefully to the enchanting melodies. A nostalgic smile graced Sofia's lips as she reminisced about her first dance with Leonardo, the memory of their shared moment etched in her heart.

Her eyes scanned the crowd, searching for Leonardo amidst the sea of faces. She weaved through the gathering, her anticipation growing with each step.

Finally, her gaze landed upon Leonardo, standing in a secluded corner, engrossed in conversation with Evelyn. They appeared comfortable and at ease, their interaction resembling that of old friends. Questions swirled in Sofia's mind. What was Leonardo doing with Evelyn? He had claimed to have moved on and harbored no lingering feelings.

Driven by a mix of curiosity and a twinge of apprehension, Sofia hastened her pace, closing the distance between them. But as she reached their side, a sharp pang shot through her heart, and her eyes widened in disbelief when she saw Leonardo hug Evelyn. Leonardo and Evelyn entangled from their embrace, but their hands were now entwined.

A surge of emotions flooded Sofia, a torrent of confusion, hurt, and anger. "What the hell?" she uttered under her breath, her voice laced with disbelief. Determined, she moved toward them, determined to seek answers and confront the situation head-on.

Sofia's grip tightened around Leonardo's hand, causing him to turn towards her, surprise etched across his features. His eyes searched hers for an explanation, his confusion palpable in the air.

"What's going on?" Sofia questioned, her gaze narrowed as she curled her fingers around his arm, a protective gesture that silently conveyed her claim on him.

Evelyn, sensing the tension, raised a brow in an unspoken challenge. Sofia met her gaze head-on, her narrowed eyes communicating her defiance. How dare Evelyn embrace her husband?

"Sofia, you've already met Evelyn," Leonardo interjected, his voice calm but formal. He turned towards Sofia, introducing her with a touch of pride. "Evelyn, meet my beautiful wife, Sofia." He then looked back at Sofia, attempting to explain. "We were just catching up, angel. Nothing else." He shrugged, trying to dismiss the situation casually.

"Yeah, I can see that," Sofia retorted, her annoyance evident as she shot him a pointed look. He shook his head, not fully comprehending her anger.

Turning her attention to Evelyn, Sofia spoke with blunt rudeness. "Can I take my husband back? Excuse us." Without waiting for a response, she tugged Leonardo away, determined to reclaim their connection.

As they reached the dance floor, Leonardo couldn't help but question the situation. "What was that, Sofia?" His voice held a hint of amusement, tinged with curiosity.

Fury coursed through Sofia's veins, her anger refusing to subside. "What was what?" she snapped back, her voice sharp.

"Why are you angry with me?" Leonardo innocently inquired as if oblivious to his actions. He spoke with a lightheartedness that grated on Sofia's nerves.

"I was looking for my husband, and I saw him flirting with his ex-girlfriend," Sofia seethed, her teeth gritted with frustration. "And you're asking me why I am angry."

Leonardo shook his head, trying to ease the tension. "It's nothing like that, baby girl. She just apologized to me and wanted to restart our friendship. That's all. But wait a second, are you jealous?" He playfully emphasized the last sentence, his tone laced with amusement.

Sofia's face flushed crimson, the realization hitting her. Was she truly jealous? It was a foreign emotion, one she had never experienced before. She had never possessed something worth being possessive over, and now, seeing Leonardo with Evelyn had ignited a newfound insecurity within her.