My Mafia Husband Had Nine Mistresses, Then Said He Loved Me Chapter 03
Federico seemed to have rediscovered the passion from their honeymoon.
He took her again and again.
When Ludovica woke, it was already afternoon.
There was a heavy feeling on her left ring finger. She lifted her hand and saw a ruby diamond ring there.
It was bigger and more valuable than the old one.
Ludovica resisted the urge to take it off and got out of bed.
Her favorite breakfast filled the dining table. When the servants saw her, they respectfully repeated Federico’s message.
“Donna, sir said he already booked a massage therapist for you and asked you to rest at home this afternoon.”
Ludovica did not respond. She only ordered them calmly to dig up every rose in the garden.
The butler looked confused.
“Donna Ludovica, sir planted all these roses especially for you. They’re a symbol of his love for you. Why dig them up?”
Ludovica’s tone was flat. “No reason. I just don’t like them anymore.”
Just like Federico.
She did not like him anymore either.
The butler hesitated for a few seconds but obeyed.
After all the roses were dug out, Ludovica threw a lighter over them.
Thick smoke rolled up. Fierce flames shot into the sky, twisting into the affectionate features Federico once wore.
[Roses are charming and bright, just like you. So I’ll fill the entire garden with them.]
But back then, Federico never told her he liked not only roses, but lilies, peonies, and countless other flowers too.
What devotion?
It was nothing but nauseating hypocrisy.
Just as the fire was about to die out, the sound of a car engine came from outside the gate.
Federico entered in an expensive custom suit, elegant and superior. Silvia followed beside him, triumphant and gloating.
After coming in, he first swept his eyes over the ruined garden, then looked at Ludovica with a tone so faint it was impossible to tell if he was angry.
“You even burned the roses. Ludovica, looks like you grew a spine this time.”
Ludovica neither denied nor confirmed it. “Miss Silvia is here. Should I have someone prepare a room?”
Federico looked at her calm, distant face, and a wave of inexplicable fury shot to his head.
He threw a document at her, his voice low and full of betrayed rage.
“Ludovica, tell me. What is this?”
The papers scattered.
The title read Marriage Dissolution Agreement.
Ludovica’s mind went completely blank. Her face turned paper-white instantly.
After a long while, she slowly lifted her head. There was only coldness left in her eyes.
“I’ve wanted a divorce for a long time. Didn’t you know that?”
“Ludovica! You want to leave me that badly?” Federico’s gaze was icy, his jaw set tight. “Fine. Since you don’t want to be Mrs. Cesarini, you’ll be demoted to maid. From top to bottom, you’ll serve this entire house.”
“As for the Cesarini family’s first wife, let Silvia take the title.”
Ludovica glanced at Federico, and the corner of her lips barely moved.
This was the second time Federico had let a mistress move into the villa.
The first time had been his sixth mistress, Beatrice Malvezzi, whose brows and eyes looked a little like Ludovica’s.
Federico had spoiled Beatrice unusually much. For her sake, he even made Ludovica move out of the marital bedroom on the second floor.
Until the day Beatrice pushed Ludovica down the stairs, and the child she had just conceived turned into a pool of blood.
Federico had been furious. He ordered Beatrice’s arms and legs broken, then had her thrown out.
Ludovica had not actually cared.
She had wanted a divorce for a long time, and losing the child had even felt like a blessing.
During that period, Federico treated her especially well. For the first time in his life, he went three full months without taking a mistress and vowed solemnly that he would never bring another woman into the villa.
But now, to “punish” her disobedience, he had personally broken that vow.
She swallowed the sharp pain in her chest and nodded calmly.
“Fine. I’ll move to the servants’ quarters now.”
Her calm, obedient manner completely ignited Federico’s fury.
His chest rose and fell, and anger strained beneath his eyes.
“Since you’re so obedient, then serve Silvia personally. Start by changing her shoes. Remember, do it on your knees.”
