Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Chapter 303 Prologue

Sofia's heart pounded in her chest as the rain pelted against the windows, matching the rhythm of her mother's sobs.

She could hear her mother's footsteps pacing back and forth in the living room, waiting for her husband to come home. Then, suddenly, the sound of a car pulling up to the house cut through the storm. "Mama, he's here!" Sofia whispered, barely audible over the sound of the rain.

She watched as her mother rushed to the door, wiping away her tears and plastering on a fake smile.

"Welcome home, dear," her mother said, her voice shaking.

Sofia's father strode into the house, a beautiful woman in his arms. Sofia recoiled at the sight of her father's mistress, but her mother put on a brave face.

"Who is this?" her mother asked, trying to keep her tone light. "Is everything alright?"

"Everything is fine," her father sneered, pushing her away. "Can't a man have a little fun?"

Sofia's mother's face fell. "Please don't hurt me," she begged. "I just wanted to make sure you were okay."

Her father's face twisted with rage. "You're always so worried about me," he spat. "It's pathetic. I hate that you even think about me. You don't deserve me. Get out of my way."

"Please, honey, don't do this to me," her mother begged, grabbing her husband's arm.

"Don't touch me," her father yelled.

Sofia's mother flinched at her father's words, tears streaming down her face again. Sofia watched as her father raised his hand to strike her mother. She wanted to scream, to tell him to stop, but she was frozen with fear. Her father didn't stop. Instead, he kicked his wife's stomach so hard she fell to the ground crying and clutching her stomach.

her father would leave soon

fear as she watched her mother sobbing on the floor. Her father, towering over

know I can do whatever I want. You're lucky I even

speak but whimpered in

was still on the ground, causing her to scream out in pain.

mother. "And this brat," he gestured towards Sofia, "is just a reminder of how much I

mother tried to shield her from her husband's wrath, but he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up to her feet. Sofia watched in horror as he continued to beat her mother mercilessly, her cries echoing through

to herself, tears

had vented all of his rage and anger. As he finally left for his room with his beautiful mistress, Sofia's mother lay on

her mother said weakly. "Don't worry

come with me to my room. Dad has locked your room, so

nodded, still

cried, covering e. her mouth. Sofia was eleven years old, but she understood everything that

as her whole body was aching

as she sat beside her mother, holding her hand. "I'll never leave you. I

in her eyes,

only good thing in my life," she whispered, the weight

and endure him bringing that woman home?!" Sofia's innocent question pierced the tense air, her confusion and concern evident in

Tears flowed freely down her cheeks, mirroring the turmoil within her. "He feels entitled

you leave him?" Sofia's voice

came from a poor family, and I feel trapped I'm bound by circumstances to endure this life, and and I still love him," she admitted, her lips trembling with