Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband

Chapter 237 Love Is A Myth

Emily was stunned, too shocked to speak. She stared at Benedetta, frozen in the moment as her check throbbed from the slap.

Behind Benedetta Vinci, Lia Vassalo entered with a smug smile on her perfectly painted face.

"I'm warning you, for the last time, to stay away from my son, Leave him," Benedetta threatened, pointing a menacing finger toward Emily.

"You're misunderstanding, Mrs. Vinci. Matteo and I are" Emily began, her voice trembling as she tried to explain.

"Don't say my son's name with your filthy mouth!" Benedetta barked, stepping forward as though ready to strike Emily again. But Lia held her hand, stopping her. Instead, Lia stepped forward, fixing Emily with a cold, disdainful stare.

"If this is about money, just name your price," Lia said in a chillingly calm tone. "The amount will be transferred to your account. But take my advice: stay away from my Matteo, and don't ever contact him again."

"He doesn't want to marry you," Emily countered, standing tall, meeting Lia's gaze head-on.

Lia's eyes flashed with fury, her lips curling into a cruel smile. "And you think he wants to marry you?" she sneered, looking Emily up and down with obvious disdain. "A woman like you is only fit to warm his bed. But Matteo will marry an heiress-someone who can give him an heir. Me. Not some unworthy woman who couldn't even give him a child. So back off and leave him before you're forced to, with even more humiliation."

A mocking smile spread across Lia's face as she lifted her chin, fully enjoying Emily's discomfort.

Emily's stomach dropped. How did they know about her infertility? Had Matteo told his family? And if he had, why was he still with her? Was he simply using her until he grew tired and then moving on to marry Lia Vassalo? Emily's head spun as doubts began swarming her mind, making it hard to stand steady. But one thing was certain: these wealthy people were heartless, knowing nothing of respect and had no value for real emotion.

"If you're so sure he'll leave me and marry you, then why are you so afraid?" Emily shot back, her voice steady despite the bitterness swirling within her.

Lia's eyes narrowed, her lips tightening with annoyance at Emily's resistance.

"I don't want my son's name tied to a barren woman who'd tarnish his reputation," Benedetta cut in coldly, reaching into her bag to pull out a checkbook. "Tell me your price, and I'll see to it you leave his life for good."

I don't want your money, and don't worry-your son won't be left heirless," Emily replied, lifting her chin with a fierce determination in her eyes. "He's all yours if you think you can keep him, Lia." Her gaze cut sharply to the so-called fiancée before turning her back on them. "Now, kindly leave my office. I have real work to do as I don't live on inherited money."

Benedetta clenched her fists, ready to put Emily in her place, but Lia quickly pulled her back, shaking her

head With a smirk of satisfaction, che ouided Renedetta out of Emily's office Their purnose had heen

Chapter 237 Love Is A Myth

served, and they left without further drama, leaving Emily to regain her composure alone.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

724

As the door closed with a heavy thud, Emily sank into her chair, cradling her head in her hands as the tears she'd been holding back threatened to break free. What just happened? In mere minutes, her dreams had collided painfully with reality, unraveling any illusion she'd held onto. Maybe she'd been foolish to believe in happily-ever-afters, to think love could be real.

A soft sob slipped past her lips despite her effort to stay strong. Just then, her phone vibrated, the screen lighting up with an incoming video call from Mia. Emily's heart clenched. She didn't want Mia to see her like this, vulnerable and shaken. She bit her lip, hesitating before hurriedly wiping her eyes and taking a deep breath, trying to compose herself. Forcing a small smile, she swiped to accept the call.

"Mia, how are-" Emily began, managing a faint smile, but Mia cut her off, her voice laced with urgency.

"Emily, don't worry. Lucas is on his way to you; he is already in town, and everything's arranged. You need to leave Paris right away and come to Florence."

Emily's brow furrowed as she took in Mia's panicked expression on the screen, her own worry rising. "Mia, what's going on? Is everything alright?"

For a moment, Mia looked surprised, almost incredulous. "Emily... didn't you see the news?"