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

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

me?" he bellowed. "You know I can do whatever I want.

not speak

ground, causing her

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

mother tried to shield her from her husband's wrath, but he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up to

Sofia whispered to herself,

he had vented all of his rage and anger. As he finally left for his room with his beautiful mistress, Sofia's mother lay on the ground, bruised and broken. Sofia rushed to her mother's side, holding her tightly when the room was locked upstairs. "Mama, are you okay?" Sofia

baby," her mother said weakly. "Don't worry about me. Just go to

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

mother nodded, still

Mother and daughter made their way to Sofia's bedroom when they heard the woman moaning Sofia's father's name. Her mother cried, covering e. her mouth. Sofia

aching with unbearable pain after getting a merciless

sat beside her mother, holding her

her with tears in her eyes,

good thing in

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

responded, her voice strained with both resignation and hidden anguish. Tears flowed freely down her cheeks, mirroring the turmoil within her. "He feels

Mom. Why don't you leave him?" Sofia's voice trembled with a mix of frustration and worry

cracking with the weight of her truth. "I came from a poor family, and I