Claimed By The Ruthless Mafia novel Chapter 62

Alex's POV.

We all gathered at Ryder's wedding, witnessing the heartfelt exchange of vows between Ryder and Bella. Their hurried marriage brought back memories of my own wedding day, where I had first laid eyes on Sarah. But after she left, things took a painful turn. I tried countless times to meet her, to explain myself, but she refused to hear me out. Her parents, adamant in their disapproval, forbade me from entering their home. It was absurd - I was her husband, not some boyfriend they could simply cast aside. I pleaded with them, insisting that I had changed, that I wanted to be with her, but they turned a deaf ear.

Unbeknownst to me, Ryder had invited Sarah to the wedding as well. My heart filled with both hope and trepidation, praying that she would show up so I could finally talk to her. And then, there she was, entering the venue in a stunning peach-colored gown. Something about her appearance was different, and it left me bewildered. Her face was radiant, and I couldn't help but notice her slightly protruding stomach. What on earth was going on? She was pregnant, and it was my child she was carrying, but she hadn't bothered to tell me.

Overwhelmed with emotions, I leaped to my feet and hastened towards her. As soon as she spotted me, she averted her gaze, purposely avoiding any interaction with me.

"Sarah, please, just listen to me," I implored, holding her wrist firmly and gently turning her to face me.

Her scowl deepened as she resisted. "What do you want, Alex? Why won't you leave me alone? I don't want to talk to you."

I felt a pang of hurt, but I couldn't let her walk away without understanding the truth. "Sarah, don't do this to us," I pleaded, watching her eyes widen as she realized that I knew about the baby.

My gaze softened as it fell upon her belly, my hand instinctively caressing it with warmth. "I can prove my innocence, Sarah. That video you saw was fake, it was from two years ago. I have evidence to show you," I said earnestly, determined to clear the misunderstandings.

She snorted, dismissing my words. "I don't care. It was all about you and your past habits. I can't believe you'll be serious in this relationship," she retorted stubbornly.

"Why won't you believe me? I am married to you, Sarah. I want to spend my entire life with you and our baby," I insisted, trying to reach her heart.

"This is not your baby. This is only mine," she insisted adamantly.

Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes briefly to compose myself. Patience was not my strong suit, but this was one situation where I had to keep calm. As she turned to leave, I knew I had to stop her. My arms stretched out to block her way, and she stared at me, clearly flustered.

"Why are you making a scene? It's your friend's wedding. Everyone's watching us. The media is probably watching too," she said nervously, aware of the attention we were drawing.

And she was right. It was a moment where the whole world seemed to be watching. But I saw it as an opportunity, a chance to declare my love for her openly. I couldn't hold back any longer. No more misunderstandings, no more fights, no more loneliness. I wanted her to know that I wanted to spend my life with her.

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