Chapter 140 Let's Go Home

Mia wanted to look away from the truth and honesty in his eyes. But his gaze remained unwavering, fixed on her as if he wanted her to see the depth of his heart through them. His voice was steady and strong, never faltering. Was he really telling the truth? She asked her heart, and the answer came—yes. She inwardly whimpered at her traitorous heart, which once again sided with her cold-hearted mafia husband. It believed him and everything he said, while her mind remained conflicted, urging her to think it through one more time. She had given him many chances. Did he deserve another? Could she take the risk? There were so many questions that still needed to be answered. But curiosity took over her thoughts in that moment, and she found herself asking, "Who was the person who wanted me dead?" Her voice trembled with fear as her heart raced at the thought of discovering the culprit's identity. "Enzo," Alessandro replied. "Enzo?!" Mia frowned, realizing she should have known. He was the black sheep who had tried to assault her multiple times. She wondered what Alessandro would do when she told him about his stepbrother's attempt to rape his wife. "Don't worry, he can't do anything now because he's dead," Alessandro announced coldly, noticing how pale she grew at the mention of his stepbrother. Beads of perspiration appeared on Mia's face, and fear clouded her eyes as she became lost in the terrifying memories of the past. "Dead?" Mia gasped, her eyes widening with shock and disbelief. "H...How?!" "I'll tell you everything, amore mio," Alessandro said softly. "Let's go home. Our home is waiting for you," he proposed, and Mia felt even more conflicted by his request. She glanced at her brother before turning her gaze to the mafia king. With a sharp tug, she snatched her hand from her husband's grasp and took a step back. Alessandro frowned, his expression darkening with confusion. "I have given you enough chances, Alessandro, and you made me regret it every single time!" she asserted vehemently. "But this time, I am not going to repeat my mistake because I am not alone—my family's life and reputation are at stake with me," she declared with an indifferent expression. "Mia, I'm truly sorry for hurting you, and I regret every single moment I was ever rude to you. If only I could go back in time and undo my mistakes. I'm willing to do anything you ask—just please, give me another chance, and I'll prove that I love you and have only ever loved you," Alessandro pleaded. Mia's heart fluttered, and her resolve wavered as she looked into her husband's beautiful, pleading eyes. There was a time when she prayed every single day to hear him say that he loved her, but he never did—he never showed it. Now, when those words no longer mattered to her, when she no longer cared, he never missed a chance to declare his love for her. After so much struggle and betrayal, how could she believe that he wasn't just trying to trick her into coming back to him? She had loved him deeply, and for so long, she had hoped that he wasn't the man people said he was. But all she received in return were lies, betrayals, and a life of being treated like a plaything, with secrets kept from her. She was exhausted by this relationship and knew she needed to leave the painful past behind—for her children, for her mother, and for her brother. "It's over between us, Alessandro Valentino. You've squandered every chance you were given, and now I'm done with you," she declared in a cold tone, her determination steely as she turned to head back to the manor. "It's not over, Aria Alessandro Valentino!" her husband's voice roared behind her, freezing her in her tracks. She bit her lip, refusing to turn back and look at him. "You're still my wife, and we are still married," Alessandro announced loudly. She was shocked and forced to consider why he was so determined. Alessandro Valentino was not the kind of man to plead for anything. He wasn't one to remain calm and collected after being rejected so many times, even by his wife. Was it... was it for their children? Her heart stopped with fear at the thought. He wanted their children. So, it was all an act for the sake of his children. He had known from the beginning that Gia and Maximo were his, and that she was Aria. He had pretended to be a gentleman and changed his demeanor because he wanted them, not her. She was merely a means to be close to his children. But she wouldn't let him take them away from her. She wouldn't let her children grow up in that life or become monsters like Alessandro Valentino. No, she wouldn't allow it. "Then let's get a divorce," Mia responded coldly, not even glancing over her shoulder as she walked into the manor, not pausing for a single moment. The manor gates closed behind her as she heard her mafia husband shouting, "Over my dead body!"