Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband (Aria and Alessandro) novel Chapter 661

Chapter 661 The Final Countdown
“No!” I shook my head in disbelief, my mind rejecting everything I had just heard. “No! Tell me you’re lying,” I said, trying to laugh it off as a cruel joke.

But her silence, paired with the helpless gloom in her eyes, told me otherwise. She wasn’t lying. She had planned the day of my demise even before bringing me into this world.

“How could you do this to me, Mother?” I mumbled, my voice trembling as my lips quivered. A silent sob escaped me. I didn’t even know if I should call her ‘Mother’ anymore—not after hearing how cruelly she had condemned her own child.

“I am sorry, my child,” she said in a pleading voice. “I had no other choice but to sacrifice you to save the world.”

A tear escaped my eye as flashes of my life flickered before me like a relentless movie reel. Memories played on repeat, and I wanted so badly to rewind to the part before I met Zander—before I fell in love. Because now, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t imagine leaving him to bear the unbearable pain of my absence.

And... what about my son, Austin? My unborn baby? It hadn’t even been given a chance to come into the world, yet it was fated to end with me—all because my mother was selfish enough to sacrifice her own blood.

But I wasn’t her.

“Mother… my baby,” I sobbed, cradling my stomach protectively. “I can sacrifice my life for the world, but I cannot take my baby with me. I won’t kill my child.”

“I know, Selena, and I’m not cruel enough to kill my own daughter,” she said, her words freezing me in place. Two statements, completely contradictory, and yet both came from the same woman.

“I know you think I’m heartless,” she continued, her voice softer now as her eyes darted away, unable to meet mine. “I thought I was strong enough to go through with the process. That’s why I left you with your father and kept my distance. No contact, no emotional attachment… I thought it would make things easier—for both of us.”

She paused, her confession hanging heavily in the air. For the first time, I saw her vulnerability. I didn’t blame her for what she did—if she’d chosen me for sacrifice, distancing herself might have been the only way she could bear the heartbreak. After all, the world still needed the High Priestess.

“But after seeing you,” she continued, her voice trembling slightly, “watching you with your family, seeing how happy you were... I became selfish.” Her gaze finally found mine, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “I couldn’t be strong enough to do it. So, I came up with a plan.”

My breath caught in my throat as her words sank in. “What plan?” I demanded, my heart pounding.