Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband

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Chapter 224 Homewrecker

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"Ah!" Emily gasped as the burning pain was so intense that the nearly emptied cup slipped from her hand, falling to the floor.

She frantically tried to wipe the hot coffee from her clothes, her hands trembling as the scalding liquid soaked through the fabric. The sharp pain was undeniable, but it seemed the person who had shoved her had no concern for her discomfort. "You deserved this, you slut," a hateful voice hissed, dripping with malice.

As her expression filled with pain, Emily lifted her head to find Lia- Matteo's fiancée-standing in front of her, fury blazing in her eyes. Next to her stood an older, elegantly dressed woman, her expression cold and filled with disdain.

"Did you see this, Mrs. Vinci?" Lia continued to spit venomously, her voice rising. "This filthy woman came all the way to your son's office to throw herself at him!"

Emily's eyes widened and shock deepened as she realized who the older woman was-Matteo's mother. Her eyes narrowed in disgust as she stared down at Emily.

"What kind of woman are you?" Matteo's mother demanded, her voice sharp with judgment. "First, you send your husband to prison, and now you're trying to worm your way into my son's life? He's never been married, not even once. Have you no shame? For God's sake, leave him alone!"

Emily's heart sank as the humiliation grew deeper with each passing second. Her team stood nearby, helplessly watching the scene unfold. The heat from the spilled coffee paled in comparison to the sting of the insults thrown at her. Every accusing word felt like a fresh wound.

Just as Emily was about to open her mouth to defend herself, Matteo's deep voice cut through the tense air, authoritative and sharp.

"What's going on here?" he demanded, his irritation evident.

Matteo had been in the middle of an intense conversation about a new case when the commotion outside caught his attention. He hated disruptions during work hours, and the sight of people gathering near the coffee room only deepened his annoyance. He was a strict boss, known for maintaining order, and this chaotic scene was the last thing he wanted.

Fuming with anger, Matteo strode toward the commotion, determined to see for himself what was happening.

As he approached, Matteo's eyes immediately fell on Emily, who stood there, visibly distressed. Coffee stains marred her clothes, and the unmistakable look of hurt filled her eyes. His anger transformed into confusion as he drew closer. What were they doing here? He thought, completely clueless about what had prompted their unexpected visit. Why had they come unannounced?

His irritation transformed into a cold fury. "What's going on here?" he asked in a low, dangerous tone.

His mother, eyes blazing with indignation, didn't hesitate. "You tell me, Matteo! What is she doing in your office?" she spat, gesturing toward Emily. "I told you to stay away from that witch, didn't I? And you promised me you wouldn't see her again!" ties.

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Emily stood there, stunned. Was this really what Mattco and his family thought of her? The accusations they hurled at her were beyond anything she had ever imagined. For a moment, she was at a loss for words.

"What the hell are you talking about, Mother? This is my office, for God's sake!" Matteo hissed, his annoyance bubbling to the surface.

"Exactly. This is your office, and what is she doing here, Matt?" Lia shot back, her tone dripping with disdain.

"Don't you dare start this again, Lia," Matteo warned, his voice low but fierce. "She's here for work, as M.P. Interiors' representative, renovating my office," he explained sternly.

"That's a convenient excuse to cheat on me, Matt," Lia pressed mockingly, her voice rising.

"That's enough, Lia!" Matteo growled, his frustration evident. Emily furrowed her brow at the escalating situation.

"I think you should sort out your family matters first, Mr. Vinci. My assistant will be in touch with you regarding the remaining project," Emily said, her voice steady as she turned and rushed toward the corner where her belongings were placed.

"No, Emily, wait! It's a misunderstanding," Matteo called out behind her, but she didn't stop. She went to her desk and began packing her things, determined to leave Matteo's office.

She was done. She was utterly finished with the arrogant attorney and had no desire to see him again. Having endured so much in her past marriage, the last thing she wanted was to be labeled a homewrecker,