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 heart breaking with every sob. She clutched her stuffed animal tightly, hoping and praying that her father would leave soon and

as she watched her mother sobbing on the floor. Her

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

not speak

on the ground, causing her to scream out

but a worthless piece of trash," her father spat at her mother. "And this brat," he gestured towards Sofia, "is

hair and pulled her up to her feet. Sofia watched in horror as he continued to beat her mother mercilessly, her cries echoing through the empty

to herself,

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

mother said weakly. "Don't worry about me.

locked your room, so where will you sleep?" Sofia asked

nodded, still

way to Sofia's bedroom when they heard the woman moaning Sofia's father's name. Her mother cried, covering e. her mouth. Sofia was eleven years old, but she understood everything that was happening in

body was aching with unbearable pain after

here," Sofia said as she sat beside her mother, holding her hand. "I'll never

her with tears in her eyes, her face still swollen from

she said weakly, her voice trembling with vulnerability. "You're the only good thing in my life," she whispered, the

beatings and endure him bringing that woman home?!" Sofia's innocent question pierced the tense

insatiable needs," her mother responded, her voice strained with both resignation and hidden anguish. Tears flowed freely down her cheeks, mirroring the turmoil within her. "He feels entitled to vent his anger on me and seeks solace in

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

cracking with the weight of her truth. "I came from a poor family, and I feel trapped I'm bound