At My Mother’s Funeral, I Was Divorced by the Mafia King Chapter 06

At My Mother’s Funeral, I Was Divorced by the Mafia King Chapter 06

Lucien pressed his lips tightly together while gripping the ring.

He had one too.

Their wedding bands.

He immediately called Building Security.

“Pull up the surveillance footage from this month.”

“I want to know exactly when Donna left.”

After hanging up, he sat on the couch, fingers tapping anxiously against the leather.

Raven sat beside him watching his expression.

She tried to suppress the smile tugging at her lips, but eventually couldn’t help asking

“Husband…”

“Did Donna run away from home?”

When Lucien didn’t answer, excitement flashed through her eyes.

She muttered quietly—

“She should’ve left ages ago instead of shamelessly staying here this whole time.”

Lucien’s gaze snapped toward her instantly.

“What did you just say?”

Raven immediately switched to a worried expression.

“I said Donna has no family at all.”

“Where could she possibly go?”

“I’m really worried about her.”

Lucien stared at her.

Then suddenly remembered something.

He grabbed his coat and walked straight outside.

An hour later, he drove into the old district of the city and stopped in front of an aging

apartment building.

Looking up at it, old memories flooded back immediately.

Back then, his foster father had beaten him badly.

And he hadn’t eaten for two days.

Desperate from hunger, he went digging through dumpsters for food.

After finally finding a piece of bread, rainwater washed it away before he could eat it.

Just as despair swallowed him-

An umbrella appeared above his head.

That day, he ate the first satisfyingly full meal of his life.

And that was also the day he met Sylvia and her mother.

From then on, his dark, hopeless life finally gained light.

But deep inside, he constantly reminded himself—

You can only rely on yourself.

Because one day, this kind of kindness would disappear.

no one would keep the umbrella over your head for a lifetime.

So he took advantage of Sylvia’s mother’s kindness.

Got himself into college.

Built his own company.

And became the head of the Ferraro family.

After finding success, he proposed to Sylvia.

He brought her mother to live with them too and hired maids to take care of her.

He thought that meant he’d repaid the debt.

But Sylvia was always like a mirror.

Constantly reminding him-

That debt could never truly be repaid.

And she had witnessed every ugly, miserable part of his past.

So when Sylvia first told him she was pregnant-

His immediate reaction had been disgust.

He couldn’t accept having a child with Sylvia.

To him, that child the byproduct of his most wretched days.

He couldn’t bear it.

That was why during Sylvia’s second abortion-

He secretly arranged for the doctor to create a fake surgical accident.

And rem

her uterus completely.

At the thought, Lucien’s temple suddenly throbbed violently.

Did Sylvia find out?

No.

Impossible.

Lucien immediately denied the thought.

Nobody knew about it except him.

He took a deep breath and stepped out of the car.

Then headed straight to the third floor.

Standing outside apartment 301, he hesitated briefly before knocking.

On the third knock, the door opened.

Joy flashed across his face immediately.

“Sylvia, so you were here—”

“Who are you?”

Lucien froze.

The person standing there wasn’t Sylvia.

It was a middle-aged woman.

She stared at him suspiciously from the doorway.

Lucien frowned tightly.

“Wasn’t this apartment owned by a young woman?”

“Her last name was Moreau.”

The woman looked him up and down impatiently.

“She sold this place a month ago.”

“She doesn’t live here anymore.”

“Go look somewhere else.”

Then the door slammed shut.

“Sold it…?”

Lucien muttered blankly.

Sylvia treasured this apartment more than anything.

It had belonged to her mother.

How could she possibly sell it?

And besides…

This place held all their cherished memories of their youth.

So how could she just-

Sell it away like that?