Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband

Chapter 298 Legally And Rightfullynovelbin

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 The sadness had been replaced by a burning hatred for the man who was supposed to protect her but had allowed her to suffer at the hands of his mistress.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.

Though Alexander was tempted to

throw Hazel over his shoulder and force her into the car, taking her home immediately, he knew that would only make things worse. She was already furious, and the doctor had made it clear that the stress she was under was harmful to both her and their baby. He couldn't afford to make her more upset.

"Don't pretend you care about my baby when you've gotten your mistress pregnant," Hazel snapped, her voice trembling with the hurt of betrayal.

Alexander frowned in confusion. "What the hell are you talking about?" he shot back, irritation creeping into his voice. "Chloe is not pregnant with my child. I haven't slept with her."

Hazel's lips twisted into a sneer. "You can't even lie properly," she muttered as her eyes burned with anger. "Your precious girlfriend said you got her pregnant, and..." Hazel's mocking smile grew wider. "She told me every filthy detail of how you did it."

"That's not possible," Alexander

shook his head in frustration and

disbelief. "I gave you my word on our wedding night, Mrs. Montecarlo, that

I wouldn't be with any other woman as long as we are married. And swear, I haven't been with anyone else since," he reminded her. She had allowed him to touch her only on that condition, the promise he made to her.

Hazel couldn't help but swallow, recalling every detail of their first time together-and every time after that. He had made love to her with one intent, and one intent only: to get her pregnant. "Alexander Montecarlo never backs down from his word," he declared authoritatively.

Hazel felt a wave of confusion wash over her. If what he said was true, then why had Chloe lied? Why had she told her that?

"Now, if you've gotten all your answers, can we please go home?" Alexander asked again, his voice softening, though his face was stoic.

Hazel turned her face away coldly, "That's not my home. I won't live in your house."

Alexander sighed, resigned to her stubbornness.

"Hazel, you are the Duchess, and that is your home-legally and rightfully. That manor belongs to you, and you should return to the place that you own." His tone was calm but final as he declared.

Hazel's heart softened as she watched the cold expression on the man before her-who, legally and rightfully, was also hers. She grimaced at the thought.

"Then I don't want your girlfriend in my house," Hazel said firmly, her voice cold and sterile, expecting her husband to argue and abandon the idea of taking her back home.

Alexander exhaled slowly as if trying to calm himself. "Okay, I'll arrange for her to live somewhere else." He nodded, his tone more resigned than before. "Can we go home now?"

Hazel was caught off guard by Alexander's calm response, but she remained silent, refusing to look at him.

After a long pause, Alexander's patience began to wane. "Are you coming home, Mrs. Montecarlo, or do I need to pick you up in my arms and take you there?" he threatened, though his voice was far from menacing; instead, it was unexpectedly sweet and soft.

Hazel glared at him, still clearly

annoyed. But after a moment, she finally stood up and walked toward the car. Alexander quickly opened the passenger side door for her, and once she got inside, he closed the door gently before rounding the car to take his place in the driver's seat.

He started the engine, and they made their way home in silence.