My Mafia Husband Had Nine Mistresses, Then Said He Loved Me Chapter 11
The assistant spoke fast. Every word drove through Federico’s chest like a blade.
“Don Federico, I went to the hospital, but Madam isn’t there. The nurse said Madam left this morning.”
“Also, I received a document delivered by a special courier. Inside is…”
A terrible feeling rose in Federico’s chest. His throat tightened slightly.
“What is it?”
“It’s your divorce certificate with Madam.”
The fear came true.
Federico’s vision darkened in waves, and the world seemed to fall silent in an instant.
Divorce certificate?
Ludovica had divorced him?
How had she done it?
Was she not afraid he would cut off her mother’s medical bills?
After hanging up, Federico rushed back to the villa like a madman.
The assistant handed him the Marriage Dissolution Agreement and divorce certificate with sympathy.
Federico took them and opened the agreement abruptly, staring at the signature at the end as if he wanted to
burn a hole through it.
He did not remember signing such a document.
Only when he saw the date did he vaguely remember.
That day, Ludovica’s face had been injured by Silvia.
She asked him to sign surgery paperwork. He had been in a hurry to chase after Silvia, so he did not even
look and simply scribbled his name.
So back then, she had already hidden the divorce agreement inside.
Then what about the divorce agreement Silvia had given him?
A deliberate forgery?
Or a distraction set by Ludovica?
Federico stood where he was, his heart falling into an endless abyss, hollow enough to suffocate him.
He remembered Ludovica’s expression when she asked him to sign.
Relaxed.
Happy
As if she had put down a heavy burden.
She had been desperate to divorce him.
Desperate to leave him.
But why?
He had clearly treated her so well.
He had told her again and again that she was the person he loved most in this life.
Why would she do this?
The assistant’s voice sounded then, distant and unreal, as if passing through layers of fog.
“Don Federico, I had someone check the care facility. The attending physician there told me Mrs. Soderini…
passed away twenty days ago.”
Federico froze.
He subconsciously began remembering what had happened twenty days earlier.
What had he been doing twenty days ago?
That day… he had been vacationing in Sardinia with Silvia.
During that time, he called Ludovica three times, but she did not answer.
He thought she was angry again and both enjoyed it and indulged himself with Silvia in bed.
But it turned out that day… Ludovica’s mother had died.
He was supposed to be the closest person sharing her bed.
Yet she had not even told him.
Pain tore through his heart in waves, as if an ax were slowly splitting it open.
Federico’s eyes had turned blood-red.
“Find out where Donna Ludovica went. Now.”
The assistant respectfully agreed.
But for seven straight days, there was no news at all.
Ludovica disappeared.
No one knew where she had gone.
No one had seen her.
The only information related to her was a surveillance clip from when she left the hospital.
In the footage, Ludovica dragged her feet and walked away step by step with difficulty.
Her steps were slow, but determined enough that she never once looked back.
She truly… wanted to leave him with absolute resolve.
The clear realization pierced Federico’s heart like a thorn, hurting so badly he could barely breathe.
He stared at that slender figure on the surveillance footage and suddenly remembered the day at the club.
Ludovica had grabbed his arm and begged him not to let those men take her away.
But what had he done?
He pressed his hand against Ludovica’s back and pushed her forward without mercy.
[Ludovica, it’s just a little wine. It’s fine. And I believe after today, you’ll finally learn how to behave.]
How could he…
How could he have done something so cruel?
Was he even human?
