At My Mother’s Funeral, I Was Divorced by the Mafia King Chapter 04

At My Mother’s Funeral, I Was Divorced by the Mafia King Chapter 04

Lucien yanked my arm violently and threw me aside.

“Sylvia, have you lost your mind?!”

Eyes burning red, I pointed at Raven.

“She threw my mother’s portrait onto the floor.”

“She even trampled it under her feet!”

Lucien glanced toward Raven.

Immediately, Raven burst into tears and threw herself into his arms.

“I only wanted to move Auntie’s portrait into the living room.”

“There’s more space there.”

“But the second I picked it up, Donna went crazy and started hitting me.”

“I got scared and accidentally stepped on it.”

“I didn’t mean to…”

“You’re lying! You—”

Before I could finish—

Lucien kicked me hard in the leg.

My knees slammed against the floor.

“Sylvia, you’re obviously jealous because Raven’s pregnant.”

“That’s why you’re causing trouble.”

“Apologize to Raven.”

I looked up at him and said each word slowly.

“Lucien.”

“I did nothing wrong.”

“I’m not apologizing.”

Lucien stared at my stubborn, furious eyes.

For a brief second, he looked dazed.

Like he remembered something.

But then Raven spoke again beside him.

“Husband…”

“It’s okay if I suffer a little.”

“But our baby hasn’t even been born yet, and already someone’s bullying him.”

“I feel so bad for our child…”

She covered her stomach and began sobbing softly.

The hesitation in Lucien’s eyes vanished instantly.

What replaced it was cruelty.

He lifted his foot—

And stomped down hard onto my hand.

“Apologize.”

Pain shot through my entire body.

I trembled violently.

But I still bit down hard and refused to make a sound.

Lucien sneered and finally lifted his foot.

Just as I was about to breathe again—

He suddenly walked over to my mother’s portrait.

Then looked down at me with contempt.

The second he raised his foot—

I scrambled frantically on all fours to shield my mother’s portrait.

“I was wrong!”

“I’m sorry!”

“I won’t do it again!”

Lucien smiled in satisfaction.

Then he walked back to Raven and picked her up in his arms.

“Sylvia.”

“If you ever upset Raven again…”

“I won’t let you off this easily next time.”

Then he carried Raven away without the slightest hesitation.

I sat there on the floor holding my mother’s portrait tightly with my eyes shut.

“Mom…”

“I’m sorry.”

“I couldn’t protect you.”

“Your daughter is useless.”

I held the portrait closer.

“Just hang on a little longer.”

“We’ll be leaving this place very soon.”

Two days later, Lucien and I finalized our divorce.

Five days after that—

He was marrying Raven.

These past few days, Raven had been busy trying on wedding dresses and choosing venues.

She finally didn’t have time to bother me.

And I took the opportunity to quietly arrange everything for myself.

The night before Lucien and Raven’s wedding, I sent a text message.

“Leave on time tomorrow.”

The reply came instantly.

“OK.”

I stood up to close the door—

Only to realize Raven had been standing there the whole time.

She looked at me mockingly.

“Sylvia, you really are pathetic.”

“Your husband knocked up another woman, and you’re still clinging to this place like some desperate stray.”

I looked at her coldly.

“And what about you?”

“You knew he had a wife and still threw yourself at him shamelessly.”

Raven was just about to explode.

But suddenly she seemed to remember something.

Then she smiled.

“What exactly are you so proud of, Sylvia?”

She leaned close to my ear.

I was about to shove her away—

But her next words froze me completely.

“You really thought losing your uterus after that miscarriage was an accident?”

“That was Lucien’s arrangement.”

“He never loved you.”

“In his eyes, you were nothing more than a tool for his sexual release.”

She smiled with satisfaction as my face turned deathly pale.

Then walked away.

I gasped for air desperately as my legs gave out beneath me.

My hand slowly covered my stomach.

So that was the truth.

How could a simple surgery possibly end badly enough to remove my uterus?

So this…

…was why.

Tears streamed down silently.

The pain in my chest became unbearable.

“Lucien…”

“You’re truly heartless.”

The next morning, Lucien stood downstairs in a perfectly tailored suit beside his groomsmen, preparing to pick up his bride.

Before leaving, he pushed open my bedroom door.

“Sylvia.”

“This is all just an act.”

“In my heart, you’ll always be the person I love most.”

“Stay home these next few days.”

“After Raven and I come back from our honeymoon, I’ll make it up to you properly.”

I looked at him.

He looked exactly the same as he had five years ago when he came to marry me.

Suppressing the nausea rising in my stomach, I nodded.

Satisfied, he left.

I stood by the window watching him get into the wedding car.

My eyes slowly turned cold.

Half an hour later, a black car stopped outside the villa.

Holding my mother’s portrait, I walked outside.

A man in black stepped out and opened the car door for me.

After getting in, I glanced one last time at the villa in front of me.

Then whispered softly—

“Lucien…”

“See you again someday.”