Book 3 Vengeance on My
Mafia Husband and His
Moonlight
“Lucy, Sura is pregnant. I can’t lose this child.”
William tossed a signed divorce agreement in front of me.
I shoved his hand away, and the document fell to the floor with a sharp thud.
Beside him, Sura clutched her small belly, “Lucy, please… spare us… spare our child…”
William wrapped his arm around her protectively, “How can you be so
unreasonable? I told you, Sura saved my life, I can’t just watch her and the child suffer!
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Why can’t you understand?”
This scene, it felt so familiar.
In my past life, I loved this man with all my heart, willing to sacrifice everything for him. But when I found out I was pregnant, he threw the same divorce agreement at me, demanding I step aside for his “savior.”
I refused to sign, I cried, I begged- humiliated myself to the dust–but all I got in return was his indifference.
He was going to marry Sura, make her child legitimate, and I was the only obstacle.
So he set a trap.
He spread the news that I had betrayed him, that I was a promiscuous woman, and let everyone in the mafia know–the wife of the
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mafia boss, secretly sleeping with another man behind his back.
His men grew to despise me, saw me as a disgrace. Some even suggested “cleaning up the mess.”
I tried to reach out to him, but he blocked my number.
That night, I was trapped in a desolate street. in the west of the city.
Several unfamiliar black sedans surrounded me, cutting off all escape. No way out.
“William won’t let you go,” a man said from outside the car, lighting a lighter with a smirk. “He told me to tell you, ‘Your worthless life is just an eyesore.”
The next moment, the scent of gasoline filled
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the air.
Flames roared, engulfing everything.
I struggled hopelessly in the inferno.
Now, reborn,
In front of me, William holds Sura. “Lucy, I’ll say this once more–whether you leave or not, this marriage is over. I have to give Sura an identity. I have ways of making you sign.”
“William, you don’t need to lift a finger”
With swift, deliberate motions, I took the pen, signing my name across the paper–snap- and pushed it back toward him.
