Left My Mafia Husband, Fell In love With His Rival

Meanwhile, as Vincent and Claire arrived in Paris, they didn't expect to be held back at the hotel's lobby.

"I am sorry, sir and ma'am, but the room you seem to be asking for was cancelled a few hours ago."

Vincent paused.

Cancelled? How could that be? He was sure Elena had a room reserved for them.

"Cancelled by who?" He demanded with knitted brows.

"By your wife sir. I'm guessing she's the one by your side?"

The attendant questioned, throwing a confused look at Claire, who had been clinging onto his arm since they walked in.

Feeling uncomfortable, Vincent skilfully avoided the question, "You know what?" He decided. "Just get us another room. And fast!"

The receptionist bowed apologetically.

"I'm sorry again sir. We do not have a spare room at the moment as all our rooms are currently being occupied."

"What?" He immediately whipped out his phone to call Elena whose plane had just landed.

As soon as she saw Vincent's name flash on her screen, Elena instantly knew why he was calling.

A mischievous smile tugged at her lips as she received the call, "Hel—"

"Elena. Why am I hearing that our hotel reservation is cancelled?" He barked without a chill.

Wasn't it common courtesy to ask about the well-being of his pregnant wife first?

Elena tutted as she flagged down a cab.

"Our hotel? You mean the hotel I booked?"

"It doesn't matter. Didn't you book it with my money? We both know you can't survive without the allowance I give you every month."

Elena couldn't hold back her snort.

She knew a day like this would come and had prepared well for it. Vincent was a proud and condescending man. He would never let go of every opportunity to boast of himself.

"You're wrong!" She retorted. "I booked it with my hard-earned money. I have never used the card you gave me. You must have forgotten that I wasn't poor when we met Vincent. You were the one struggling. Not me."

Her words caused him to arch his brows in disbelief as he wondered if it was really his wife speaking to him.

She was right. He met her shortly after her parents had died, but they left behind a huge inheritance for her. Unlike him, who was still an upcoming gang leader at that time.

Where was the quiet, submissive woman who had been living with him for five years?

"Whatever. I want you to book a new hotel for me and Claire, now. Why are you so inconsiderate? Don't you think she'll be stressed from the journey?"

Elena harrumphed, "If you want to book a hotel for your mistress, do so yourself. Do not bother me." And without waiting for him to give a reply, she ended the call.

It wasn't up to a minute when her phone beeped with a text from him.

'I'm letting this go because you're pregnant. You're probably acting jealous because I brought Claire along. Just get to the hotel as soon as you arrive.'

Ah!

She scoffed.

When has her pregnancy ever stopped him from doing whatever he wanted? Such a hypocrite!

Turning off her phone, she took out the SIM and broke it into two, exchanging it for the new one Alejandro had given her a few days ago.

If he wanted to wait, he could do so. But he would have to wait forever—

Because there was no way she'd be returning to that hell！