Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband (Aria and Alessandro) novel Chapter 5

Chapter 5 His Girlfriend

"In your words, wife," he ordered, a cold smirk playing on his lips, his tone dripping with menace.

"N..no!" Aria managed to stammer out the words, her voice trembling with fear.

"That's right, and that's the only answer I expect from you," Alessandro drawled, his gaze piercing.

Then, Maria, with a look of disdain flickering across her face, muttered, "Then whose child is this?" She quickly masked her expression with false concern. "I... I didn't mean to say that."

But those words were enough to ignite a storm of anger, jealousy, and hatred in Alessandro's mind. Swiftly, he grabbed his wife's face between his fingers and thumb, exerting so much pressure that Aria feared her face might crack in two. His eyes bore into hers, a silent warning hanging in the air.

"If I find out you're carrying another man's child," he whispered dangerously, his voice a venomous hiss, "I won't hesitate to kill you and that bastard baby."

Aria's heart plummeted into the pit of her stomach. No matter what she said, she knew her husband wouldn't believe her. So, she remained silent, the weight of her secret pressing down on her. Alessandro grew weary of staring at her terrified face and glistening eyes. With a slight push, he turned away, grabbing his suit jacket and briefcase. He left for work without stopping at the breakfast table.

As the door clicked shut behind him, Aria's shoulders sagged in relief, but only momentarily. The looming dread returned as she realized she could only exhale freely until Alessandro discovered her pregnancy. She prayed for a miracle or a helping hand to make him see the truth, to realize that the life growing inside her was his own flesh and blood.

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In the dimming evening light, Aria wearily completed her household chores, her mind already drifting towards the impending task of preparing dinner. As she bustled about the kitchen, her movements slow with fatigue, Maria sauntered over, a sneer playing on her lips as she observed Aria's tired form, knowing full well the secret that lay hidden beneath her weary facade.

Aria's pregnancy, concealed with careful lies, had not escaped Maria's notice. She had stumbled upon the telltale pregnancy test stick in the refuse bin, a revelation that had ignited a simmering fury within her. Yet, outwardly, Maria maintained a facade of composure.

"Aria, dear," Maria began, her voice laced with false sympathy, "We're all heading out to the party soon. I hate to leave you alone like this, but you know how moody Alessandro can be. He'll be terribly upset if we don't obey his command to attend." Maria's words were laced with pity, though her true emotions lay elsewhere.

"And you won't believe the reason for this party," Maria continued, her voice laced with bitterness. "It's all for Vanessa, Alessandro's precious girlfriend, returning after three years . She's been away, pursuing her dreams of acting and modeling."

Aria's throat tightened at the mention of Alessandro's beloved.

"Take care," Maria said, squeezing Aria's hand in empathy before departing.

With a renewed sense of determination, Aria decided to stay hidden inside a kitchen cabinet, holding her breath as she listened to the intruders search the mansion. They were rummaging through rooms, their voices growing more frustrated with each passing moment.

Aria waited, heart pounding, until she sensed they had moved further away. Seizing the opportunity, Aria quietly opened the cabinet door and slipped out of the kitchen. She moved stealthily through the darkened halls, her knowledge of the mansion guiding her steps. When she reached the front door, she peeked outside, ensuring the coast was clear.

As she stepped out of the house, a chilling realization struck her, confirming her doubts: Alessandro had orchestrated this so well. He had instructed the servants and guards to leave her alone in the mansion, making it easy for his men to intrude into the mansion and kill her. Tears streamed down her face, but she wiped them away, focusing on her escape. For the first time in her life, it seemed that fate wanted her to live.

Determined and resolute, Aria left everything behind—the house, her husband, her old life. Aria sold her wedding ring, a symbol of her broken marriage, which was worth ten million dollars. With the money, she bought a plane ticket to New York, planning to start a new life where no one could find her or her baby.

"Don't worry, baby. Your dad doesn't want you and me, but I will always love you and protect you," Aria said, caressing her belly as she talked to the baby inside. Tears of betrayal and heartbreak rolled down her cheeks, but she quickly wiped them away with firm determination.

As she boarded the flight, she took a final look behind her.

"Goodbye, Alessandro Valentino," she whispered to herself. "Now you are free to live as you want."