Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband (Aria and Alessandro)
Chapter 80

Chapter 80 Not As Simple

"Mia, I'm so happy you said yes," Adam beamed, spreading his arms as if to embrace her. Mia pressed a hand against his chest, gently stopping him.

"No, Adam. I didn't say yes. I only let you slip the ring on my finger because of the media and your fans. I didn't want to embarrass you. You're my friend, after all," Mia explained, shaking her head. Adam took a deep breath, trying to compose himself. He wasn't known for his patience, but with Mia, he was different. He was willing to do anything to win her over.

"Mia, I love you and I want you in my life. Marry me, Adam pleaded once more, his eyes searching hers for any sign of agreement.

y you."

"Adam," Mia sighed, looking at him with a mixture of helplessness and sorrow. "I can't marry

"Why?!" The frustration in Adam's voice was palpable as he demanded an answer. "Is it because of Alessandro Valentino?I

Mia's wide eyes, filled with shock and fear, lifted abruptly, meeting Adam's furiously narrowed gaze.

"Because I am married!" Mia blurted out swiftly, causing Adam to furrow his brow in confusion.

To the father of Gia and Maximo?!" Adam asked, trying to piece together the revelation.

Mia nodded slowly. "We never divorced."

"But you're not together, right?!" Adam pressed, though he already knew the answer.

He had known Mia for nearly four years, and in all that time, he had never seen her husband, nor had the children ever spoken of their father. It was clear to Adam that Mia and her husband were not a conventional married couple. His absence from Mia and the children's lives was evidence enough that their marriage was broken, and divorce seemed like a mere formality on paper.

When Mia remained silent, Adam spoke again, his tone stern. "What's the problem, Mia? If he's not giving you a divorce, tell me his name. I have ways to make him agree."

Mia shook her head, her expression troubled.

"It's not as simple, Adam,' she sighed, the weight of her marital status and its implications heavy upon her.

"Then let's make it simple," Adam demanded authoritatively. "Let's get you divorced and we can get married without any issue."

"Adam, I need time. I'm not ready for it," Mia said softly, removing the ring from her finger and handing it back to Adam.

"Mial" Adam shook his head, his eyes pleading with her. "It's yours. Don't remove it. I will wait as long as you want," he implored, desperate for her to reconsider.

But Mia couldn't bear the weight of anyone else's ring. She felt suffocated, unsure of her feelings for him. Adam was a dear friend and well-wisher. He was always there for her in every difficult situation, and she was grateful to him for it, but still, she couldn't see him romantically.

She wanted to groan at her misery, realizing how deeply that wicked mafia king had spoiled her for any

Chapter 50 Not As Simple

in reality

"Adam, please. Please try to understand. I... I can't take i she said softly, placing the ring on the luxurious leather of the car seat beside her. Without glancing back at Adam, she opened the car door and stepped out, ignoring his calls as she hurried toward the mall's parking lot where her car was parked. She didn't stop for a moment, relieved that no paparazzi or Adam's fans followed her.

Once inside her car, Mia contemplated heading home to replace solace in the privacy of her room. However, the urge to be alone and away from prying eyes, to gather her thoughts, swayed her decision. Only a foolish girl would reject a catch like Adam Whitmore, yet Mia felt trapped by her heart's allegiance to another. Her heart seemed destined for pain.

Driving aimlessly. Mia lost track of time until she suddenly realized she had arrived at the Eiffel Tower. Emerging from her thoughts, she noticed the sky had darkened, adorned with stars and the emerging moon. Before her stood the majestic tower, ablaze with lights-a steadfast symbol of hope..

"Aria, you need to move on and let go of this painful love for a man who will never love you back," she murmured, her gaze fixed on her reflection in the rearview mirror. "You shouldn't hurt à loving man like Adam Whitmore. He is the best man for you. He can be the best father your children deserve," she reasoned aloud to herself.

Taking a deep breath, Mia resolved to step out of the car. As she emerged, the cool evening air enveloped her, carrying with it the excited chatter of tourists and the joyful laughter of families. The atmosphere. around the Eiffel Tower was alive with energy, as people from all corners of the globe gathered to witness its grandeur. Cameras clicked incessantly, capturing every angle of the illuminated landmark, while others filmed videos, creating lasting memories against the backdrop of this iconic symbol of romance and beauty, Mia wandered amidst the crowd, drawn to the lively scene unfolding before her. She watched as couples. posed romantically, children danced with delight, and friends shared laughter under the twinkling lights, of the Eiffel Tower. Each moment seemed to echo with a sense of timelessness and wonder.

Lost in contemplation, Mia found herself drawn closer to the tower's base. She gazed up at its towering height, feeling a sense of awe and reverence for this iconic landmark that had captured the hearts of millions.

The tower itself, with its intricate ironwork and graceful curves, stood as a testament to human creativity. and ingenuity. Lit up against the night sky, it radiated a sense of majesty and resilience, a silent witness to countless stories of love and longing.

Her heart suddenly warmed as she observed the excitement of the people around her. She remembered her first visit to Paris, when she had been awestruck by the Eiffel Tower just like them. After many years had passed, she still found herself intrigued, unable to look away.

As Mia wandered around, the air grew colder, prompting her to wrap her arms around herself for warmth. Taking a deep breath, she rubbed her palms together, trying to stave off the chill Suddenly, an enigmatic figure in a dark corner caught her eye. When he turned, Mia saw Alessandro standing there, looking utterly drunk and in a terrible state. His eyes were red, his hair and clothes disheveled-he appeared a complete mess.

Concern arose almost instinctively in Mia's heart before she could fully understand, and her feet found their way toward the Italian don on their own.