“Baby...” he cupped her face in his hands, about to tell her, but Mia, caught in the emotional moment, leaned in and kissed him as if she couldn’t get enough of her husband. He chuckled against her lips, amused, but she didn’t care. All she wanted was to kiss him and for him to kiss her for eternity. “Amore mio, I wanted to tell you something,” Alessandro whispered against her lips, smiling as Mia groaned in frustration, unwilling to break the kiss. But suddenly, Mia’s phone rang, interrupting the intimate moment. She broke the kiss abruptly, her eyes frantically searching for the source of the sound. She spotted her phone lying on the floor, having fallen during their passionate love making. Reluctantly, Mia got up, severing their intimate connection. Alessandro felt a pang of irritation and jealousy toward the caller who had diverted his wife’s attention. He frowned, his gaze darkening with frustration as his semi-erect cock slipped out of her slick pulsating cunt. He watched her scramble to pick up the phone, his mood soured by the interruption.Alessandro got up from the bed and stood behind Mia as she bent over to grab her phone from the floor, the screen down. As she straightened, she brushed her hair aside, which had fallen over her face. She was still naked, but she didn’t feel the need to hide her body from him; in fact, she was eager to reveal more, hoping it would keep him close and make him less distant. She smiled, biting her lips shyly, as she stole a glance over her shoulder and saw Alessandro’s gaze hungrily scanning her exposed curves. Feeling her cheeks flush with heat, she flipped the phone over, revealing the caller ID with Adam’s name flashing on the screen. The phone continued to ring, and Mia hesitated, her thoughts caught between the decision to answer the call or not. Ultimately, she decided to call Adam back later and silenced her phone. However, She couldn't see the storm brewing on Alessandro’s face as he saw Adam’s name. The earlier feelings of jealousy and obsession surged back, sharper than before. He remembered all too well how Mia had fought for Adam, accusing him of kidnapping without a shred of evidence. The realization made him grimace that Adam was more significant to her than Alessandro. His expression hardened as he grappled with the bitter truth that maybe Mia was safer and happier with the movie star. He didn’t wait to see Mia silence the call; instead, he swiftly turned and began picking up his scattered clothes from the floor. Mia’s brow furrowed in confusion as she watched Alessandro get dressed, wondering what had caused the sudden change. Just moments ago, he had wanted to make love to her all day and night—what had changed so abruptly? “What's wrong?” she asked softly, concern threading her voice. “Huh! You didn’t answer the call?” Alessandro snorted as his tone was mocking. “No. I’ll call him later,” Mia replied calmly, still looking at her mafia husband with perplexity. “There’s no need to pretend, Mia. Go to your little boyfriend,” Alessandro said with a dismissive scoff. “He’s not my boyfriend,” Mia shot back defensively. Alessandro, now fully dressed, turned to face her as his eyes burned with frustration and anger. His glare was intense as he leveled an indirect accusation at her. “Yet you care for him more than anyone else,” he said, leaving Mia stunned. She couldn’t believe that, after their passionate love making, he still thought she cared more for Adam than for him. Before Mia could respond, Alessandro headed swiftly to the door. His phone began ringing, and he pulled it from his suit pocket, answering without even checking the caller ID. “What?!” he growled into the phone, his voice harsh and commanding. Mia flinched at his tone, realizing that whoever was on the other end of the line was about to face the full brunt of the mafia king’s fury. “Speak!” Alessandro barked into the phone before stepping out of the room and slamming the door behind him so loudly that it made Mia’s heart sink with disappointment. She was shocked to find him to be so cold and rude after… after cherishing her body as if she were a treasure. Was he reverting to the old Alessandro—selfish and self-centered, valuing only his own pleasure? Or was he losing interest in her? Were he and Vanesa getting back together, and had he now found her boring? Her throat constricted with fear, and her heart seemed to stop beating. Vanessa was always his first love, and first loves are not easy to forget. If he had to do this to her again, then why did he come back into her life and make things complicated? God! How badly she wanted to go after him and lash out at him for showing up when she was finally ready to move on, only to turn her world upside down again—just to leave her like she was nothing more than his plaything. "I hate you, Alessandro Valentino," she murmured, feeling overwhelmed and exhausted by her emotions. "I wish I had never met you in this lifetime." Suddenly, Mia felt her head spinning and had to steady herself against the nearby wall for support. After a moment, feeling slightly better, she gathered her scattered clothes with trembling hands and a heavy heart, then slowly dressed. Once she was clothed, she picked up her phone mindlessly and dialed Adam’s number, thinking it might be urgent or he wouldn’t have called her so many times. “Hey, Mia!” Adam’s deep voice came through as the call connected. “Why didn’t you answer my call? Where were you?” “I was… busy, Adam,” Mia replied, sighing as she ran a hand through her tangled, messy curls in an attempt to calm herself. “What’s the matter?”“I’m getting married, Mia!” Adam declared, causing Mia to blink in shock.