Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband (Aria and Alessandro) novel Chapter 290

Chapter 290 Falling Apart
“Benjamin, Adam is here,” Claire whispered, her voice weak and filled with concern. “It won’t be good for the hotel if we come face to face.”

Benjamin sneered at her, his voice dripping with disdain. “Don’t worry about the hotel’s reputation, you slut,” he spat. “Don’t forget we gave you a job when the whole world turned their back on you.”

Claire lowered her head and remained silent. She knew exactly why Benjamin had given her this job. The scandal surrounding her had brought unwanted attention, and Adam’s fans came in droves, drawn to the place just to sneer at her, humiliate her, and release their anger on her for betraying their idol. It was sickening, but Claire had no choice but to endure it.

She stayed quiet, enduring every insult and humiliation for the sake of her unborn child and her will to survive. She was willing to put up with anything for the sake of the little one growing inside her, hoping that with time, the scandal would be forgotten—and maybe, just maybe, people would forget her, too.

"Now get back to work," Benjamin spat with disgust. Claire clenched the fabric of her waitress uniform to bear the humiliation and turned to resume her duties. Her gaze remained fixed on the floor as she walked away. Her steps were slow and tired.

"Claire!"

The deep, familiar voice—laden with yearning—stopped her in her tracks. Her heart skipped a beat as she instinctively lifted her eyes, only to find herself face-to-face with her ex-husband, Adam Whitmore.

Panic surged through her. She wasn’t ready for this—this encounter, this moment.

"Excuse me, sir," she murmured, forcing indifference into her tone as she tried to sidestep him.

But Adam’s hand shot out, grasping her arm gently yet firmly, halting her retreat. His gaze dropped, settling on her rounded belly.

"You’re pregnant?" he whispered, his voice tinged with shock. His eyes, now wide with questions, searched hers for answers she wasn’t willing to give. Claire looked away, refusing to meet his gaze, the lump in her throat threatening to choke her.

"Let go of my hand," Claire protested softly, trying to pull her arm free from his grasp.