Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband (Aria and Alessandro) novel Chapter 641

Chapter 641 Strange Coincidence
The doctor confirmed that Austin’s fever had gone down and he was fine now. After having a bowl of soup, Austin finally fell asleep, exhausted from crying and battling the fever earlier.

I stayed by his side, singing a soft lullaby and gently caressing his head until I was sure he was deeply asleep. Once satisfied, I pulled the blanket up to his chin, kissed his forehead tenderly, and began to leave the room.

“Selena,” Zander’s voice stopped me as I turned. He had been sitting quietly in a chair, watching us the entire time. “Are you leaving?”

“Uh, yeah. Austin’s asleep now, so I think I should go,” I murmured hesitantly.

“Wait,” he said, getting up from his chair. “Come with me. I need to show you something.”

Curious, I followed him as he walked to Austin’s cupboard. He opened it and began searching through its contents with purpose.

I stood behind him, watching with growing curiosity. “What are you doing?” I finally asked, tilting my head.

“Just give me a minute,” he replied without looking back, still rifling through the neatly arranged shelves.

Then he presented a scarf from the cupboard and showed it to me.

“Is this yours?” he asked, and I immediately recognized it.

Yes, it was mine—Zander had brought it as a gift when he traveled to the West. It was made of the finest silk and handcrafted with care.

But how had it remained here when everything else that belonged to me had disappeared? What did this mean? And what should I take from it?

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*Zander*

I watched as Selena's face lost its color when her eyes landed on the scarf. I knew it belonged to her; her scent still lingered faintly on the silk despite how old it was.

Suddenly, everything began to make sense. Everything she had said was the truth—she was my wife, and we had been married. But I had forgotten her. How had this happened? I couldn’t recall her from my past, no matter how hard I tried. That was the most baffling part of all. It wasn’t just me—everyone else seemed to have forgotten her too.