Breaking Away from My Mafia Lover

Madison: Levi, darling, who are you talking to? We're going to miss our flight. It's time to go; hang up already.

Hearing Madison's voice made my blood boil and if I was only as strong as Superman, I would've easily broken my phone with my tightened grip around it. Everything was becoming too much for me to handle, so instead of waiting for Levi to talk, I simply told him to have a safe flight and immediately hung up. I didn't care if that would piss him off. As far as I was concerned, he deserved it. No, he deserved more than just that.

Not a second later, tears started streaming down my face. It was at this moment that I finally allowed myself to scream and cry my frustrations out without giving a damn. I cried until I had no more tears left. The moment I got home in our shared penthouse suit, I made it my mission to rot in bed for days, hoping that the mattress of Levi's expensive bed would just swallow me whole and never let me see the light of day again. I simply couldn't help but think that I should've just died three months ago. As I lay in bed, I remembered those days when I was still recovering from the accident. The physical pain didn't bother me that much, but what bothered me the most was how Levi treated me the entire time.

I couldn't help but feel a sense of betrayal because I realized that Levi, who was supposed to be by my side, was always absent. He was supposed to be taking care of me, or at least checking out on me, but he just wasn't doing any of those things that normal boyfriends did. At first, I tried to rationalize his absence, attributing it to his duties as a Mafia boss. I knew for a fact that running that kind of business wasn't exactly a walk in the park.

In the Mafia world, loyalty is everything. Betrayal is not just punished; it's hunted down with a vengeance that knows no bounds. There was also the intricate web of alliances and rivalries, the constant threat of violence lurking behind every deal and every handshake. The Mafia controls everything, from the ports to the politicians. But with that power comes a price; you're never truly free. You're always looking over your shoulder, wondering if today will be the day that someone comes for you, so I understood how Levi's world worked no matter how bad it was.

But after a while, it became clear that he was spending most of his time with Madison ever since I got out of the hospital. Because Madison was a famous actress, people followed her around; naturally. And each time she was out and about with Levi, it would take long before the media would be filled with images and videos of them together, sharing almost intimate moments that should have been reserved for us.

It felt as if the universe was rubbing salt in my wounds, reminding me of how stupid the situation was. What made it ten times worse was how Madison threw sympathetic glances in my direction whenever she was around our home. It was as if she was reveling in my pain, enjoying the fact that she had somehow stolen Levi away from me.

I confided in Levi about how Madison was treating me and how much them being together was bothering me, but he didn't seem to take it seriously. He would brush it off and call me paranoid at times. I even tried to confront Madison about it, but she would deny everything and act like I was overreacting. It felt like I was fighting a losing battle, and it took a toll on my self-esteem and mental health, so for months, I pretended that everything was fine, but inside, my love for Levi was slowly fading away. The pain of seeing him with someone else was unbearable, and I began to question the foundation of our relationship. It was a difficult realization, but I knew that at some point, I needed to learn to love myself.