At My Mother’s Funeral, I Was Divorced by the Mafia King Chapter 01

At My Mother’s Funeral, I Was Divorced by the Mafia King Chapter 01

At my mother’s funeral, my husband, Lucien Ferraro, arrived late with his secretary wrapped in his arms.

Then he handed me a divorce agreement.

“You know the rules of the Ferraro family.”

“We only recognize legitimate children born in wedlock.”

He rested a hand over Raven’s stomach.

“And now that Raven’s carrying my child, I can’t let my baby grow up without a father.”

Raven wore a tight red dress.

She smiled sweetly from his arms.

“Donna, since you love him so much.”

“You wouldn’t want him going his whole life without a child of his own, right?”

Lucien reached out and gently rubbed my head.

“But don’t worry. It’s only a fake divorce.”

“Once Raven and I get legally married, and the baby’s officially entered into the Ferraro family registry…”

“I’ll divorce her and remarry you.”

“You’ll still be my wife.”

The funeral music swelled around us.

My arm shook violently.

For five years of marriage, Lucien kept saying he didn’t want children.

Because of him, I went through two abortions.

The second surgery ended in an accident.

One that took away my ability to ever become a mother again.

And now—

He was saying he couldn’t let another woman’s child grow up fatherless.

I watched Raven deliberately arch her stomach forward.

My fingers curled tightly.

To me, divorce meant divorce.

There was no such thing as “fake.”

Seeing me frozen in place, Lucien wiped away the tears on my face.

“You get to become a mom pain-free now.”

“Aren’t you happy?”

I slapped his hand away hard and stared at him coldly.

“If we’re divorcing, then there’s no need to remarry either.”

Lucien’s expression shifted slightly.

But soon enough, that signature smile returned to his face.

He grabbed my chin, brows lifting arrogantly.

“You’re a useless woman who can’t even have children.”

“Other than me, who else would want you?”

It felt like something slammed straight into my chest.

The air around me froze solid.

Then he casually pointed toward my mother’s memorial portrait.

“Mom would’ve been thrilled.”

“After all, the thing she wanted most was seeing us have a child.”

“Now she can finally rest in peace.”

His words were like a blade, slowly carving into me, a lingering death by a thousand cuts.

When my mother was alive, all she ever wanted was to become a grandmother.

The first time I got pregnant, I’d been so excited to tell her.

But Lucien stopped me.

He stroked my hair gently, his voice full of tenderness.

“Sylvia, pregnancy is hard. I hate seeing you suffer.”

“And you know what my childhood was like. I’m not ready to be a father yet.”

“Let’s not keep this one.”

“We’ll have kids after we’ve enjoyed a few more years together.”

I believed him.

I secretly had the abortion without telling my mother.

Two years later, I got pregnant again.

The moment I saw the positive test results, I immediately called Lucien.

And once again, he used that same gentle voice.

“Sylvia, my career’s taking off right now.”

“A child would just be a burden.”

“We’re still young. We have plenty of time ahead of us.”

“Go and get an abortion, okay?”

I was devastated.

But I didn’t want to become a burden to him.

So I agreed again.

But during that surgery, the doctor made a mistake.

I hemorrhaged badly.

In the end, they had to remove my uterus to save my life.

I stayed unconscious for three days.

And Lucien stayed by my hospital bed for those same three days without sleeping.

When I finally woke up, he held my hand gently, eyes filled with tears.

“Sylvia, I promise you.”

“For the rest of our lives, I’ll stay by your side.”

“I’ll never leave you.”

His vows still echoed in my ears.

Yet now—

He had gotten another woman pregnant.

Looking back, I felt like a complete joke for believing his sweet lies over and over again.

And my mother died never knowing…

…that I could never have children anymore.

I stared at her memorial portrait, eyes burning red.

Then finally raised my hand and slapped Lucien across the face.

“Don’t you dare talk about my mother.”

Lucien covered his cheek and laughed softly.

Then he looked at me with pure contempt.

“Sylvia, you and your mother lived off me all these years.”

“I paid every cent of her medical bills.”

“Your mother gave me nothing more than a few square meals back then, and I already paid that debt back enough to support you both for life.”

I stared at him in shock, face burning red.

Not a single word came out.

Back then, my mother’s kindness had saved him.

And now he reduced it to “a few meals.”

Seeing me silent, he pulled the divorce papers from his bag and hurled them at me.

“And I already told you. It’s only a fake divorce.”

“You can’t have children, so I found someone willing to do it for you.”

“Shouldn’t you be thanking me?”

He glanced at his watch.

“Think it over and sign it.”

“Raven has a prenatal appointment today. We’re running late.”

Then he grabbed Raven’s hand and walked away without a trace of hesitation.

The second they left—

I collapsed onto the floor and broke down sobbing.