This was the third time that my Mafia husband

This was the third time that my Mafia husband Carter Meredy kicked in the door to catch me. But this time, I did not panic or rush to put on my clothes and explain. Vivian Rossi stood right at the front. This is the third strike of infidelity within your marriage. Under the prenupt you signed, you leave with nothing and give up the custody of the child. Carter had already run out of patience with me completely. First time, you swore you did not even know the man at all. Second time, you claimed you had no idea how you got hotel. Three strikes have happened now, and what are you going to say this time? He expected another weak lie from me this time around. But I said nothing. I picked up the pen and signed my name. Vivian quickly snatched the signed papers. It is done now, Don Meredy. Carter stared at me with his brow furrowed. He probably waited for me to tear up the divorce agreement. He thought I would drop to my knees and plead and cry while begging him. Believe me one more time for the sake of our child. I will pack what I need and leave this place quickly now. As for visitation rights with the child, you do not deserve to be a mother. You will never see the boy again after today. I was about to say, I do not want the visitation rights either. The indifference in his eyes did not change. He just looked at me for a moment. For four years, he and the child had been my entire life. Even hearing the boy call Vivian, too many times hurt me now. I was giving it all up without any fight. This was not like me. Faithless woman. You would abandon your own flesh and blood for some homewrecker now. What about the way you schemed to get into my bed and birth that child? What was it all for? I listened without any urge to defend myself at all. The first time he caught me in a hotel with another man, I was confused. I explained desperately that I had not betrayed him in any way. He had always believed I was loyal only to him alone. The man had already fled and left only a blurry back view on cameras. Carter chose to believe me that time. But he still took our son away from me after that. I could only see the boy once a month at most. I had to book the visit with Vivian a week in advance. Vivian supervised every meeting from start to finish without fail. I can't even hold him a little longer without checking her face. Every toy or piece of clothing I bought had to be approved by her first, otherwise, it never reached him. The pressure broke me down completely. Then I got caught cheating for the second time. I had taken a job to fill my empty time with something. On a business trip, I ended up in a hotel room somehow. A fat greasy man was lying next to me. He was drooling. I called the police right away. The officer checked and said I had not been assaulted at all. The facts are right in front of him. But he still insists I just didn't have time to commit the crime. After that, I was not even allowed to attend parent meetings at kindergarten. Whenever the school needed something, Carter sent Vivian instead of me. He told me to stay home and stop embarrassing the family name. My boy pointed at me and called me a bad woman openly. Carter stood there and said, nothing to stop him at all. Caught for the third time. I'm done with this game. I'll let them have their way. Yet he still asks why I don't even want my own kid. Carter, even though the agreement says she gives up custody completely. I have never seen a mother do this so easily. Given how many times she has stepped out, she probably planned this. A child would only complicate things for her in the future. Do not waste your breath trying to change her mind at all. She seemed to forget that four years ago, she drafted that ridiculous contract just because she was the widow of Carter's top enforcer. Carter trusted her completely and spoiled her endlessly. The contract even listed exact numbers for infidelity in advance. Carter's expression darkened another degree. You better mean what you say. Don't come kneeling and begging me later. That would not happen, Carter. Four years ago, to convince myself to accept you, I visited every chapel. I prayed until my knees were raw from all the kneeling. The priests told me not to obsess over a Mafia man like you. But I still held on to my hope for us back then. Then I traveled hundreds of miles away and knelt for a full day and night. Finally, a priest was moved by my devotion and blessed our marriage. I never expected that our marriage match would turn into this kind of hell this time. My knees will not bend for anyone at all. Well, a steamy night like this is worth everything. We will not disturb you. The door closed and the room fell quiet again. All of a sudden, I looked down at the man still unconscious on the bed in front of me. Nausea rose in my stomach as I saw him lying there. I had woken up before him and could have left before they arrived. But I was tired of this cat and mouse game we had been playing. So I stayed and waited for them to come and catch me here. I put on my coat and walked out without looking back at all. The next evening I returned to pack my things from the house. When I opened the master bedroom door, I found all my usual clothes gone. The maid stammered and was unable to meet my eyes at all. Mam. Your things were moved to the storage room earlier today. Miss Rossi said the master bedroom needs to be cleared for the new lady. I smiled at her words, even though it hurt me inside. Four years of marriage and I did not even deserve a proper goodbye. I turned and headed to the storage room in the back of the house.