At My Mother’s Funeral, I Was Divorced by the Mafia King Chapter 05

At My Mother’s Funeral, I Was Divorced by the Mafia King Chapter 05

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.”

Lucien and Raven’s wedding was extravagant and grand.

Right after the ceremony, they flew overseas for their honeymoon.

By the time they returned, a whole month had passed.

Raven had already started showing.

She leaned dramatically against the couch, one hand on her lower back.

“Husband, I’m exhausted.”

“My feet hurt.”

A flash of irritation crossed Lucien’s face.

During the entire month-long honeymoon, Raven had complained nonstop.

The hotels weren’t luxurious enough.

Business class seats were uncomfortable.

The second she woke up every morning, she dragged him shopping.

And anytime Lucien showed even the slightest impatience, she immediately used the

baby against him.

“Husband, the baby says he doesn’t like this restaurant.”

“Husband, the baby says he wants this.”

These past few weeks had left him deeply irritated.

But Raven was smart.

Every time Lucien was close to losing his temper, she’d suddenly soften up again.

Resorting to her seductive, coy routine to distract him instantly.

But now…

Even those tricks were starting to bore him.

Lucien sat on the couch quietly.

And suddenly thought of Sylvia.

She had never been like this.

She never demanded things from him.

As long as it came from Lucien—

Even if it was even just a stray wildflower he’d casually plucked from the roadside—

Sylvia would smile sweetly and say it was beautiful.

And whenever they traveled together, no matter how far they went or how tired she got

She only ever said one thing.

“As long as I’m with you, I’ll never feel tired.

Thinking about it now, Lucien suddenly realized the house felt unbearably quiet.

They’d been back for a while already.

So why hadn’t he heard Sylvia at all?

He suddenly felt a strange, hollow void in his heart.

He stood and walked toward the guest room.

Just as he was about to push the door open, he suddenly remembered something.

Turning around, he walked back into the living room and picked up a dark green gift box from the mountain of shopping bags beside Raven.

“Husband, what are you doing with that?”

Raven frowned unhappily.

Lucien opened the box.

Inside was an exquisite diamond necklace.

“We’ve been gone for so long.”

“Sylvia’s probably upset staying home alone.”

“I’ll give this to her as a gift.”

“But that’s my favorite one.”

Raven pouted.

“That necklace was the most expensive thing we bought.”

“Why should you give it to some useless woman?”

Lucien suddenly turned around and stared at her coldly.

His eyes carried a sharp warning.

“Who the hell do you think you are, talking about her like that?”

Raven froze from the look in his

eyes.

Completely caught off guard.

“But… you were the one who said she was…”

Lucien narrowed his eyes and grabbed her chin hard.

“Listen carefully.”

“There will only ever be one Donna.”

“And that’s Sylvia.”

“Other than me, nobody gets to judge her.”

“Understood?”

Raven swallowed nervously.

Then nodded stiffly.

Only then did Lucien release her.

His expression softened immediately afterward.

He reached out and rubbed her head gently again.

“Good girl.”

Then he took the gift box and walked toward the guest room.

Raven stared at his back.

A chill spread through her whole body.

Lucien stopped outside the guest room door.

After hesitating for a moment, he knocked softly.

“Sylvia.”

“I brought you a gift.”

“You’re gonna love it.”

No response came from inside.

He frowned slightly.

After a moment of silence, he spoke again.

“I know you’re upset.”

“But once you see the gift, you’ll calm down.”

Still no response.

Irritation exploded inside him instantly.

“Sylvia.”

“My patience has limits too.”

He shoved the door open.

The room was empty.

No sign of Sylvia anywhere.

Lucien slowly scanned the room.

Everything looked exactly the same as before.

He immediately pulled out his phone and called her.

The second the line connected, he opened his mouth to speak-

But instead, a cold robotic voice answered.

“Sorry. The number you dialed is no longer in service.”

Lucien froze in disbelief.

Then called again.

The result was exactly the same.

His fists tightened slowly.

Then he looked around the bedroom once more.

Only then did he realize-

Her mother’s memorial portrait was gone too.

And on the table where the portrait used to sit…

…there was only a wedding ring left behind.