At My Mother’s Funeral, I Was Divorced by the Mafia King Chapter 03

At My Mother’s Funeral, I Was Divorced by the Mafia King Chapter 03

I lowered my eyes and took a deep breath.

It was okay.

As long as I survived this period, everything would finally end.

That was what I kept telling myself.

“Okay.”

I forced a faint smile and agreed.

Lucien looked surprised for a second.

But very quickly, his usual polished smile returned.

“Sylvia, you really are smart.”

“You know I’m the only person you have left now.”

“That’s why you’re being so obedient.”

He genuinely believed I was listening to him because I had nowhere else to go.

What he didn’t know…

…was that I already had other plans.

I didn’t argue.

I simply turned and walked toward the guest room.

Lucien stared at my back, suddenly feeling an odd sense of emptiness.

He wanted to ask if I’d eaten yet.

But in the end, the words never left his mouth.

Irritated, he tugged at his tie.

Beside him, Raven whined sweetly—

“Husband, after I give birth…”

“…are you really going to leave me?”

Lucien looked at the seductive smile in her eyes and pulled her against him, rubbing her waist slowly.

“How could I?”

“How could a barren woman who can’t even lay an egg compare to a little temptress like you?”

“I’m only keeping Sylvia around because of her mother’s kindness.”

“When the time comes, she can stay and be a free nanny for us.”

“You happy now?”

Jealousy flashed briefly through Raven’s eyes.

But she quickly put on that sweet, spoiled expression again.

“Of course I’m happy.”

“I knew my husband loved me best.”

Then she leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.

Lucien finally lost the last of his restraint.

He scooped her into his arms and carried her toward the bedroom.

That night, I listened to the sounds of their tryst from the next room while wrapping myself tightly in the blanket.

But the noises felt cursed.

They pierced straight through the covers and into my chest.

I couldn’t breathe.

Finally, I threw the blanket aside, picked up my phone, and sent a text to a number.

“How much longer?”

A reply came almost immediately.

“One week.”

I stared at the message.

Then Lucien let out a low groan from the next room, followed by the end of those intimate sounds.

I stared blankly at the ceiling.

Unable to sleep for the rest of the night.

The next morning, I was wiping down my mother’s memorial portrait when urgent knocking interrupted me.

The second I opened the door, Raven stood there arrogantly.

“Donna, do you even know what time it is?”

“Aren’t you supposed to be making breakfast?”

She leaned closer with a cold smile.

“Don’t forget.”

“You’re my nanny now.”

I didn’t want to argue with her.

So I turned back into the room and carefully placed my mother’s portrait onto the table.

“I’ll go in a minute.”

Raven twisted her way inside.

The moment she saw the portrait, disgust crossed her face.

“Why do you keep a dead person’s picture in here?”

“It’s creepy.”

“It’s bad for my baby.”

“Cover it up.”

“You don’t have to look at it.”

I didn’t even glance at her.

I only straightened my mother’s portrait carefully and answered coldly.

“You—”

Raven’s face turned red instantly.

A vicious look flashed through her eyes.

Pretending it was accidental, she walked beside me—

Then suddenly swept my mother’s portrait onto the floor.

I panicked and bent down to pick it up.

But she deliberately stepped on it.

Then covered her mouth dramatically.

“Oh no, Donna.”

“I’m sooo sorry.”

“I didn’t mean to.”

The second I saw my mother’s gentle face crushed beneath her shoe—

Something inside me finally snapped.

I stood up and slapped her hard across the face.

Raven stumbled backward and barely caught herself on the table before falling.

I grabbed her collar, ready to slap her again—

But someone suddenly seized my arm.

“Sylvia.”

Lucien’s furious voice exploded behind me.

“Sylvia, do you have a death wish?”