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.

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

railing of the staircase, her eyes wide with fear as she watched her mother sobbing on the floor. Her father, towering

question me?" he bellowed. "You know I can do whatever I want. You're lucky

not speak but whimpered in

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

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

her up to her feet.

Sofia whispered to herself, tears

mother lay on the ground, bruised

her mother said weakly. "Don't

you also come with me to my room. Dad has locked your room, so where will you sleep?" Sofia asked with teary

mother nodded,

mouth. Sofia was eleven years old, but she understood everything that was happening in this house. They

as her whole body was aching with unbearable pain after

her mother, holding her hand. "I'll never

at her with tears in her

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

home?!" Sofia's innocent

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

you leave him?" Sofia's voice

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