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.

staircase, 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.

watched her mother sobbing on the floor. Her father, towering over her, yelled insults and accusations at

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

speak but whimpered in

her to scream out

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

grabbed her by the 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, tears

father didn't stop 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

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

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

nodded,

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 getting

her mother, holding her hand.

in her

know 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

home?!" Sofia's innocent question pierced the

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 other

him?" Sofia's voice trembled with a mix

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, and and