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.

the 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. After a while, her father stopped

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

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

not speak but whimpered

the ground, causing her to scream out in pain. Sofia covered

piece of trash," her father spat at her mother. "And this

her from her husband's wrath, but he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up to her

to herself, tears streaming down

his beautiful mistress, Sofia's mother lay on the ground, bruised

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

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 old, but she understood everything that

as her whole body was aching

as she sat beside her mother,

her eyes, her face still swollen from

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

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 in her furrowed

a rich man, Sofia, and rich men have 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 other

to endure it, Mom. Why don't you leave him?" Sofia's voice

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