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.

praying that her father would leave soon and they would be safe again. After a while, her

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

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

speak

kicked her mother while she was still on the ground, causing her to scream out in pain.

nothing but a worthless piece of trash," her father spat at her mother. "And this brat," he gestured towards Sofia, "is

by the hair and pulled her up to her

to herself,

until 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

"Don't worry about me. Just go to bed

me to my room. Dad has locked your room, so where

nodded,

cried, covering e. her mouth. Sofia was eleven years old, but she understood everything that was happening in this house. They slowly went to Sofia's

was aching with unbearable pain after getting a

her mother,

with tears in her eyes, her face still swollen

her voice trembling with vulnerability. "You're the only good thing in my life," she whispered, the weight of her words heavy with a

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

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

don't you leave him?" Sofia's voice trembled with a mix of

truth. "I came from a poor family, and I feel trapped I'm bound by circumstances to endure this life, and and I still