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! 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 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 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.

"It's done. "