Claimed By The Ruthless Mafia novel Chapter 56

"Please, Alex. Stop acting like an innocent guy. I know what your reputation was before marriage. But I thought you had changed. But no, I was wrong and very stupid to believe in you. You cannot change. You are still the same," I uttered with a mix of anger and disappointment. My heart was heavy, but I knew I couldn't continue living a lie. Summoning every ounce of courage, I tossed my wedding ring at him, a symbolic gesture of ending our charade.

"I will send you a signed divorce paper. Please sign the papers and end this false marriage. After that, you will be free to live as your heart wishes. Nobody is going to blame you or stop you from doing anything," I taunted, raising my chin defiantly. My emotions were a whirlwind, but I was determined not to falter.

I stood before him, tall and resolute, ready to defend my decision. Initially, he seemed taken aback by my strong stance, and I couldn't help but feel a flicker of confusion at the sight.

"You are mistaken, Sarah. I am telling you. You will regret this. Give me a chance to explain myself. Please don't do this. Don't come to any conclusion without listening to both sides," he pleaded, trying to sway my resolve.

But I had grown weary of his empty promises and feigned concern. I wouldn't allow myself to fall into his trap again.

"No. We don't have anything to talk about. My decision is final, and I am not going to change it for anyone or anything," I said, a hint of vulnerability creeping into my voice as I unconsciously placed a protective hand on my belly.

"No, honey. Don't do this to us. I am not what you think. I accept I made many mistakes before our marriage. I have changed. Believe me," he implored, his words wrapped in a deceiving charm that could sway many, but not me.

He moved towards me, attempting to grasp my hand, but I recoiled as if his touch were searing my skin. I couldn't bear for him to be near me, for fear of weakening my resolve.

Feeling the weight of the situation, I ran my trembling hand through my hair in frustration, trying to make sense of it all. Shit. My past, my reckless playboy days, were still haunting me, casting a dark shadow over my present. The very image of myself that I once took pride in had now become a source of trouble, threatening to destroy the happiness I had found with Sarah. It was a living hell.

Divorce? The word echoed in my mind like a dreadful omen. How could she even think that I'd give up on us? I had always wanted to give her the world, to fill her life with joy and love. But now, her trust in me was shattered, and I knew I had to find a way to fix it.

What had triggered this sudden outburst of doubt in her? Who had planted these poisonous seeds of mistrust in her mind, and what was this video she mentioned? I had to know the truth, and I had to know it now.

Without wasting a moment, I pulled out my phone and dialed my assistant's number, urgency pulsating through my veins. As he picked up on the other end, I spoke with a mix of desperation and determination, "Jacob! You need to find out about something. It's very urgent. Drop everything else and focus on this. I need answers, no matter what it takes."