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. "

William stared at me.

He had expected me to cry, to beg, to throw a fit-like I always had in the past.

Once I finished signing, I stood up and began packing my things, moving slowly.

I pulled my suitcase toward the door, William couldn't hold back any longer.

"Lucy, if you ever need anything, don't hesitate to call me."

I paused, then let out a cold laugh.

"No need," I said. "Since we're divorced, there should be a proper end. Let's not keep in touch. After all, you're marrying Sura soon, and it wouldn't be fair to her."

With that, I turned my back on what had once been "home," stepping out of the door for the last time.

At the hospital

The car sped through the night, and I headed straight for the hospital, lying down on the cold examination table.

The overhead lights were glaring, and the doctor's voice buzzed in my ears.

"Are you ready?"

I closed my eyes. "Do it."

Just as the doctor began to push the instruments into position, my phone lit up.

It was Facebook.

William had used a drone to propose to Sura under the night sky, and the whole city witnessed this extravagant declaration of love.

Fireworks blazed in the sky, their brilliant lights intertwining in a dreamlike dance-like something straight out of a fairytale.

"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. "

William stared at me.

He had expected me to cry, to beg, to throw a fit-like I always had in the past.

Once I finished signing, I stood up and began packing my things, moving slowly.

I pulled my suitcase toward the door, William couldn't hold back any longer.

"Lucy, if you ever need anything, don't hesitate to call me."

I paused, then let out a cold laugh.

"No need," I said. "Since we're divorced, there should be a proper end. Let's not keep in touch. After all, you're marrying Sura soon, and it wouldn't be fair to her."

With that, I turned my back on what had once been "home," stepping out of the door for the last time.

At the hospital

The car sped through the night, and I headed straight for the hospital, lying down on the cold examination table.

The overhead lights were glaring, and the doctor's voice buzzed in my ears.

"Are you ready?"

I closed my eyes. "Do it."

Just as the doctor began to push the instruments into position, my phone lit up.

It was Facebook.

William had used a drone to propose to Sura under the night sky, and the whole city witnessed this extravagant declaration of love.

Fireworks blazed in the sky, their brilliant lights intertwining in a dreamlike dance-like something straight out of a fairytale.