The Mafia Boss Craved My Love after I Dumped Him

Darkness welcomed me as I stepped inside my apartment. I switched the light on and pulled the luggage toward the compact living room. Emptiness and loneliness flooded through me as I looked around the house. It seemed like yesterday when my parents gifted me this place on my 18th birthday.

Sebastian once told me that Mom and Dad had been living in another state since we got married. I’m not allowed to see or talk to them as it was stipulated in our billion-dollar contract. I lost contact with them. I didn’t even know where exactly they reside now. For the record, I am not mad at them. Instead, I missed them so badly.

Letting out a tired huff, I gently caressed my belly. In nine months, I would see my bundle of joy, and I was scared and excited. Too bad, Sebastian would never get a chance to see our child. I squeezed my eyes shut and hummed a lullaby—the very song my mother used to sing to me. I cherished the moment for a while until my phone buzzed. I fluttered my eyes open, fished for the gadget in my purse, and saw Sebastian’s name on the screen. Rage surged through me as I recall the way he threatened me back in the penthouse.

He doesn't deserve to know anyway. It would be better than living with Sebastian's lies and fake love. Besides, I wouldn’t want my child to grow up in a toxic relationship like ours.

“We’ll get by, my baby,” I said, softly tapping my stomach. “Mommy will do everything to guide you. No one can ever hurt you. I promise.”

“What does this selfish liar want?!” I hissed and cursed colorfully.

I may be kind and understanding, but cheating is non-negotiable. I could not stomach the thought of him eating with two honeypots at the same time. That was disgusting and unforgiving. Hissing profanities, I promptly switched off the phone.

I needed to divert my attention because stress would jeopardize my and my baby’s health. So instead of sulking, I decided to remove my stuff from the luggage, and then put it in the dresser. Next, I headed to the shower to cool my nerves down. I was pretty exhausted but content with the beauty of solitude. It was almost midnight when I lay on the bed and drifted asleep.

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After two days, I finally made up my mind. My husband broke my heart into pieces, yet I won’t let myself drown in despair. I took a quick shower and slipped into a simple white dress matched with nude strappy sandals. Finishing my light makeup, I hooked my studded bag in my arm and took a once-over glance at myself in the full-length mirror. I had to keep my mind straight and get on with my plan to finally divorce Sebastian Lavigne.

It took me an hour's drive before I arrived at the law firm I chose to collaborate with. I couldn’t wait to cut ties with my good-for-nothing husband. I breezed through the receptionist and informed her about my case. She ushered me to the lounge area, and a minute later, a tall, domineering yet smokingly hot lawyer walked toward me. He was dashing in his grey suit and loafers. I looked up at him. He towered over me, and his menacing eyes were as if reading me like a book. His intense gaze lasted for a second until he opened his mouth to speak.

“I assume you are Mrs. Lavigne,” he said.

I stood up, cleared my throat, and answered, “Yes, I am.”

“Maximus Clever at your service. I’ll be handling your case until then.” He stretched an arm for a handshake, and I politely took it.

“I’m expecting the best from you, Mr. Clever. Please do not disappoint me.” I managed to smile at him, but his face remained stoic.

“Don’t worry, you’re in good hands, Mrs. Lavigne.”

I felt relieved... But why did his calm voice feel like a warning in my ears...?