Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband

Chapter 301 The Decision She Made

But before she could pull the trigger, the door was suddenly broken open, and Alexander stormed in.

"Chloe?" His voice was thick with disbelief as his gaze shifted rapidly between Chloe and Hazel, taking in the shocking scene before him.

"Alexander, it's good you came," Chloe purred, a dark, sensual smile curling on her lips as she pulled the safety off the gun. "Let's kill this bitch, and then you'll be mine. No one will stand between us."

Alexander's heart felt like it had turned to stone. He couldn't believe he had once loved this woman. Was this the same person-so vile, so full of hatred? He had once thought he'd pity her, but now, all he felt was emptiness. He had ignored so many red flags, hoping she would change over time. But now, standing here, he realized she had never wanted to change this had always been who she was.

"No, Chloe," Alexander growled, his voice low and dangerous. "Don't make this mistake. Leave my wife, and I'll let you go. But if you hurt her, you will regret it."

"Your wife?!" Chloe's tone turned venomous, her jealousy unmistakable. "Now you want her, huh? Have you fallen in love with her?" she spat, her teeth gritting as her face twisted with rage. "You have to choose, Alexander-me or her!" she screamed, her voice sharp and desperate.

"Let her go, Chloe," Alexander said calmly, ignoring her question. His tone carried authority as he subtly gestured for his bodyguards to move in and take control. "The police are on their way. Surrender now, and this doesn't have to get worse," he added sternly. "Don't move!" Chloe barked, pressing the cold barrel of the gun hard against Hazel's temple. Her lips curled into a frustrated snarl as she flicked the gun toward Alexander, aiming it directly at him now. Her eyes burned with annoyance and desperation, torn between her fury and the unraveling situation.

"So, you've made your choice," Chloe sneered, her voice dripping with malice. "If I can't have you, Alexander, no one else will," she declared with an evil glint in her eyes. Her finger tightened on the trigger as she hissed, "Goodbye, Alexander." Alexander stood unmoving, his expression a mask of stone. He wanted to see just how far Chloe's intentions would go.

But Hazel's heart pounded wildly with fear. She couldn't let this woman kill her husband. Desperation fueled her movements as she threw herself forward, her hands still bound behind her back. Using all her strength, she slammed into Chloe, throwing her off balance. Alexander's bodyguard seized the opportunity and fired, the shot striking Chloe straight in the head with precision. Her body hit the ground with a heavy thud, blood pooling beneath her as her eyes went lifeless and vacant. She was dead.

The remaining bodyguards swiftly subdued the goons, handcuffing them until the police arrived moments later. Officers dragged the criminals away, along with Chloe's body.

Alexander stood over Chloe's lifeless

form for a brief moment, his cold gaze lingering before he turned his attention to Hazel. He hurried to her side, lifting her carefully from the ground. His hands worked swiftly but gently to untie the ropes binding her wrists.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice steady, though his eyes brimmed with concern as they scanned her for injuries.

Hazel nodded, her breathing still uneven.

"Let's go, then," he said, his tone calm, almost detached, as he led her out of the room.

Hazel followed in stunned silence, her mind racing. She couldn't believe how coldly he had reacted to Chloe's death. This was a woman he once claimed to love, yet now he seemed utterly unfazed. How could he move on so easily?

They returned home, and everything appeared normal on the surface. The grand manor stood in its usual stillness, but Hazel's mind was far from calm. A persistent thought gnawed at her, refusing to let her rest.

If Alexander could allow the woman

who was once his girlfriend to be killed, what would stop him from letting her, die if she weren't pregnant? The chilling possibility weighed heavily on her heart. He didn't love her he had made that clear. She was here solely to bear his child.

The thought left her deeply unsettled. The man who had shown flashes of care and protection seemed just as capable of cold detachment. Was she merely a pawn in his grand scheme?

As the unease settled in her chest,

Hazel made a quiet but firm

decision. She would take control ofnovelbin

her life, her future. No longer would

she allow herself to be bound by fear or uncertainty. Whatever her next move would be, it would be for herself-and the child she carried.