Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband (Aria and Alessandro) novel Chapter 201

Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband 

Chapter 201 Poor Husband 

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Alessandro looked helplessly at his angry wife and was literally left speechless. He had been planning to renew their vows once everything settled, and now, here was his wife, asking for a divorce. Was his mistake really that significant? Maybe she was just experiencing mood swings, caught in a whirlwind of emotions. He had read about it; when he found out Aria was pregnant, he researched everything about how women felt during pregnancy and how a good husband should care for them. 

“Baby, ask for anything, and I will give it to you, but divorce is out of the question,” he said softly, surprised by his own patience. “I love you, amore mio,” he added, watching as Aria huffed in frustration and shook her head. However, he knew he had won this round when he noticed her expression soften. Taking another chance, he said, “I love you so much–more than anything in this world.” His voice was earnest and filled with emotion, hoping to break through the wall of her anger. “Baby, I hid this from you because the doctor said you shouldn’t be stressed. It’s not good for you or the baby,” Alessandro finally had the chance to explain, his voice gentle and sincere, as this time, Mia was actually listening to him. 

“But..but it was about my best friend, and you all kept me in the dark! She was alone and in trouble–she didn’t have anyone!” Mia protested, her voice trembling with emotion. “Oh God, how lonely she must have felt! Who was there for her in those difficult times? Her ex–husband is a monster, the most evil man. I won’t forgive you if anything happens to her.” Mia’s breathing escalated, exactly what Alessandro had feared. 

lax, amore mio,” Alessandro knelt in front of her, gently taking her hand in his, rubbing the soft derside of her palm with the rough pads of his thumbs, trying to soothe her with his touch. His movements were slow, tender, each stroke filled with care and concern, hoping to calm the storm brewing inside her. 

“She wasn’t alone, amore mio. Matteo was with her the entire time, and I was coordinating with him,” he continued, locking his gaze with Mia’s deep hazel eyes, which were brimming with questions. “In fact, Matteo brought her to his home to keep her safe. “Now Matteo has won the trial against Emily’s ex- husband, ensuring that Tomas has been sentenced to life in prison for his crimes,” Alessandro explained, watching as Mia’s breathing slowed. Seeing her calm down, he felt a wave of relief wash over him. 

Just then, the phone began ringing again. His gaze shifted to Aria’s phone, which had stopped ringing as she remained preoccupied with their argument. Alessandro and Aria exchanged glances at the screen- Emily was calling again. 

“Baby, answer the phone. Emily might be worried if you don’t talk to her,” he suggested sweetly, his voice soft and enchanting. 

Mia narrowed her eyes at her husband. “Fine. But this discussion is not over, Alessandro Valentino,” she warned, snatching her phone and striding to the balcony to talk to her best friend–who had also lied to her. 

Phew! Alessandro let out a quiet sigh of relief as he wiped the sweat from his forehead. 

Handling a pregnant wife and her mood swings was no easy task, but Alessandro was determined not to miss a moment of this journey. He took a deep breath, knowing he had a brief reprieve to devise a plan to escape his wife’s wrath and coax her back to a state of calm. A mischievous smirk stretched across his face. as a playful idea sparked in his mind. 

Mia walked to the adjacent balcony of her bedroom and answered Emily’s call. Annoyance bubbled inside her, and she wanted to ask how her best friend could do this to her. She was certain Alessandro had told Emily not to reveal anything, and if Emily testified, Mia would confront Alessandro about it. 

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“Emily, how are you? I saw the news,” Mia mumbled, cutting her off before Emily could speak as she swiped the answer button. “I was so worried! Why didn’t you reach out to me if that asshole was causing trouble?” Mia continued in her complaining mode. 

“Mia! Mia! Calm down. I’m fine,” Emily’s soft voice reassured her. “Tomas’s karma paid off, and he’s been sentenced to life in prison.” 

“I’m happy! Finally, you got your revenge, and he got what he deserved,” Mia said. 

“Yeah,” Emily mumbled, pausing for a moment. “It was all possible because Mr. Vinci helped me.” 

“Matteo?!” Mia smiled, knowing Alessandro’s attorney friend was the most successful lawyer for a reason. “I wonder how you convinced him to take your case,” she teased. 

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“All thanks to Alessandro, and please don’t blame him for anything. We hid this from you because of your health condition,” Emily pleaded softly, knowing her best friend would be upset with her husband for keeping this information from her. 

Mia was her boss, and they had been living under the same roof for almost five years. Emily missed Mia so much but didn’t say it out loud, aware that she needed to give her friend time with her family and husband. 

So I was right; it was Alessandro who told you to keep this from me, huh?!” Mia muttered, annoyance creeping into her voice. 

“No, what I mean is that it was our mutual decision to keep this from you until we got it resolved,” Emily quickly clarified, covering for Alessandro. 

She had become fully convinced that Alessandro loved Mia deeply, and no one could love her best friend more than the Italian don. 

“Okay, fine, I’ll let it go this time,” Mia huffed, knowing her best friend was taking Alessandro’s side for a 

reason. 

He had helped Emily and kept Mia away from stress. Though she understood, she was enjoying teasing her mafia husband, relishing the sight of the most powerful man feeling helpless and begging for forgiveness before her; it gave her a wicked kind of joy. She bit her lip, feeling a pang of guilt for how she had treated her husband, now that her anger had melted away. 

She turned her head toward the room and gazed through the glass sliding door, her eyes searching for her husband as she spoke, “But don’t do this again in the future, and remember I’m always there for you. We are sisters, not by blood but by heart, okay?” 

“Okay, boss,” Emily replied over the phone. “However, I wasn’t able to go to work these two days, but I arranged all the meetings by video call and made sure the business ran smoothly.” 

“Don’t worry about work, Emily,” Mia dismissed her. “Your safety is more important.”