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

I gasped, my hands flying to cover my mouth. My entire world tilted.

No. No, this couldn’t be real. The Goddess wouldn’t be this cruel.

But the scent of Anne was everywhere—on the sheets, in the air, on him. There was no denying what had happened in this room.

Tears burned behind my eyes as I stumbled back, my mind screaming for this to be a terrible misunderstanding. But the evidence was right in front of me. My mate… my husband… had betrayed me.

Without thinking, I shouted my mate’s name.

“Zander Blake!” My voice shook with rage as I screamed. “Get up! Now!”

But he didn’t move a muscle. He was still fast asleep, completely unaware of the storm raging inside me.

My fists clenched as I stared at him, lying there so peacefully. Did he enjoy his night with my half-sister so much that he was too exhausted to even wake up? The thought made my blood boil. My anger burned hotter than my heartbreak.

I grabbed the nearest pillow and swung it at his face—hard.

“Wake up and answer me!” I yelled, my voice cracking as tears streamed down my cheeks.

Zander groaned and shifted slightly before finally opening his eyes. He blinked sluggishly, as if waking from the deepest sleep.

Great. He had never been this exhausted after spending the night with me—even on the nights we made love multiple times.

A sharp pang of betrayal stabbed through my chest. Was my half-sister better than me?

“Babe?” he murmured groggily, rubbing his eyes. He squinted at me in confusion. “Why are you shouting? And—why the fuck are you crying?”