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 they would be safe again. After a while, her father stopped throwing punches and kicks after spitting

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

"You know I can do

mother could not speak but whimpered in

was still on the ground, causing her to scream out in pain. Sofia covered her mouth to stifle her

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

and pulled her up to her feet. Sofia watched in horror as he continued to beat

stop," Sofia whispered to herself,

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 asked

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

my room. Dad has locked

mother nodded,

when they heard the woman moaning Sofia's father's name. Her mother cried, covering e. her mouth. Sofia was eleven years

whole body was aching with unbearable pain after

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

looked at her with tears in her eyes,

you won't, baby," she said weakly, her voice trembling with vulnerability. "You're the only good thing in my life," she whispered, the weight of her words heavy with

woman home?!" Sofia's innocent question pierced

and hidden anguish. Tears flowed freely down her cheeks, mirroring the turmoil within her. "He feels entitled to vent his anger on me and

you leave him?" Sofia's voice trembled

can't, darling. I have no one to turn to," her mother confessed, her voice cracking with the weight of her truth. "I came from a poor family, and I feel trapped I'm bound by circumstances to endure this life,