Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband (Aria and Alessandro) novel Chapter 298

Chapter 298 Legally And Rightfully
The headlights of the car flicked off, and the door on the driver’s side swung open. A devilishly handsome man stepped out of the car. Hazel’s heart, once filled with sorrow, now seethed with anger. The sadness had been replaced by a burning hatred for the man who was supposed to protect her but had allowed her to suffer at the hands of his mistress. Hazel turned her gaze away, ignoring her husband as he strode urgently toward her.

Alexander left his manor the moment he heard that Hazel had refused to return home and had gone to her father’s house. When he arrived there to bring her back, he was met with an unexpected and harsh reality—her family had not allowed her to stay and had sent her away. They had hoped the Duke would approve of their treatment of his "unwanted" wife, but instead, Alexander was furious. His rage surged as he confronted them, his voice cold with anger.

"You’ve abandoned my wife at this hour, in the cold?" he snapped. "You will learn what happens when you disrespect her, and me." And he didn’t waste a moment staying there.

Knowing his proud and stubborn wife would never return home without a fight, Alexander quickly left in search of her. He instructed his men to find her as soon as possible, his anxiety growing with each passing minute. He scanned the roads intently, his mind racing, and drove a few kilometres away from Hazel’s parental home when, finally, he saw a delicate figure sitting at a bus stop. His heart skipped a beat.

Without a second thought, Alexander swerved his car onto the wrong side of the road in his desperation to reach her.

When Alexander saw Hazel's tear-stained face and her trembling body, overcome by the cold, his heart twisted with guilt and sorrow. Without a second thought, he slammed the car door shut and rushed toward her. But as soon as Hazel spotted him, she turned her face away in defiance. His heart sank a little, but there was a strange comfort in her reaction. Stubborn girl, he thought with a faint, reluctant smile.

He shrugged off his overcoat with swift movements and wrapped it around her petite frame. “You’re freezing,” he muttered, his voice low with concern.

“Fuck off!” Hazel cursed, her voice sharp as she immediately shrugged off his coat and threw it aside.

Alexander let out a frustrated sigh but didn’t give up. He picked up the coat and draped it over her once more. This time, she tried to push it off again, but he placed a firm hand on her shoulder, stopping her.

“It’s cold, Hazel,” Alexander said in his deep, authoritative voice. “Let’s go home.”

Hazel’s anger flared as she placed her small hands against her husband’s firm torso and shoved him away with all her strength. “Don’t touch me. And don’t pretend you care,” she snapped.

Her push was feeble against the Duke’s strength, but he still stepped back, lowering his hand.

“It’s not safe for you to be out here in the chilly night,” he said, his tone intense and serious.

“Huh!” Hazel snorted bitterly. “Where was this concern when you let your little mistress send me to jail?”

“Hazel, I had no say in that,” Alexander replied, his voice steady but laced with frustration. “If it had been anyone other than Chloe, I wouldn’t have intervened. For me, justice is paramount—for my people and my state.”

Not wanting to appear biased, Alexander had refrained from intervening when Chloe accused Hazel of pushing her down the stairs. He hadn’t stopped the police from taking Hazel to the station. But the moment she was taken, he had immediately called his lawyer, instructing him to handle the situation and ensure her bail was secured before she even reached the holding cell. Admitting this to Hazel, however, felt impossible—his pride wouldn’t allow it.

“Go to hell with your justifications, Your Highness. I’m not buying any of it,” Hazel spat, her voice trembling with fury. Her defiance burned through the chill of the night, cutting him down more than he cared to admit.

Alexander shook his head, recognizing the futility of trying to reason with her when she’d already made up her mind about him.

“Let’s go home, Hazel,” he said, softening his voice. “It’s getting colder, and you shouldn’t exhaust yourself. It’s not safe for the baby.” He tried a different approach, hoping concern for their child would sway her.