A DIVORCED LADY BECOMES: A Mafia Lord’s Obsession

CHAPTER 001 Sofie's POV I dedicated multiple years to constructing what I believed would be my flawless existence. A perfect husband. A perfect home. A perfect, shiny diamond on my finger. The lifestyle appeared to belong in a magazine spread. My existence created envy among others. People believed I possessed everything perfect in my life. I understood at that instant that perfection existed only as a deceptive illusion. I finished my meeting ahead of schedule, so I chose to surprise Jonas at home. I decided to arrive home early to welcome him because he frequently mocked me about my constant busyness. The afternoon sun created a golden glow that seemed to embrace everything. I entered our penthouse and removed my heels before placing my coat in the hallway while my footsteps created an echo in the silent space. The familiar atmosphere of luxury enveloped me. "Jonas?" I shouted his name because I expected his familiar grin to greet me. Instead, I heard laughter. Not just one voice, but a woman's voice. The woman's laughter carried a bright and carefree tone, which seemed inappropriate for this place and too intimate. A sinking feeling hit my stomach. My body stopped moving as the atmosphere became heavy around me. My heart raced as I moved nearer to the source. Did he speak with another person at that moment? Was it business? A soft moaning sound caught my attention and refused to go unnoticed. The sound was soft and muffled yet unmistakable to my ears. My heart skipped a beat. The world around me blurred. No. No way. The anger inside me was rising, but I managed to suppress it because I wasn't prepared to witness what was happening. I moved toward the bedroom while being cautious with my foot movements. My attempts to walk silently proved futile. The sounds from the room penetrated my attempts to block them out. The laughter, the moaning. Everything. When I finally reached the bedroom door, I hesitated for a second, my hand resting on the doorframe, my heart pounding in my chest. Then I pushed it open. There they were. Jonas rested in bed with another person. With her. Freja. My best friend. She stood as my most trusted person in the entire world. I couldn’t breathe. Jonas didn’t seem to care. He kept his eyes on the cigarette he was lighting in his hand without any sign of discomfort. His expression remained completely relaxed as if he felt no anxiety whatsoever. He lay in bed with my closest friend as though nothing was wrong. He greeted me with a flat tone when I arrived early. A massive weight fell on me. My body remained completely still because I was in such shock. Shock paralyzed my entire body as I remained motionless in that spot. This wasn’t happening. I had to be dreaming. Freja didn’t even look embarrassed. She looked at me with a relaxed expression that made the situation seem unimportant to her. The sheets wrapped around her body were not the ones she had used earlier when she left the bed. No, these sheets were mine. Our sheets. I couldn’t speak at first. I just stared at them. At her. At him. "Jonas..." My voice trembled as I managed to speak a single word. The guy took a slow inhalation from his cigarette and spoke softly to me as he said, “Sofie, this is nothing big.” Not a big deal? The words in my throat felt like they would suffocate me. "Not a big deal?" My voice became higher as I repeated the words. He spoke without looking at me while saying, "You knew this would happen." “Eventually.” Eventually? What did that even mean? Had he been planning this? Did he view this entire situation as a twisted joke? My head was spinning. It wasn’t making sense. I wasn’t making sense. I had to do something. Anything. I reached for the closest vase, which sat on the side table. The expensive glass and its appearance meant nothing to me at that moment. The desire to destroy something consumed me at that moment. I threw the object across the room while my hands trembled uncontrollably. The vase hit the wall with such force that it shattered into flying glass pieces. Jonas didn’t even flinch. His eyes didn’t widen. He didn’t even sit up. The smoke from his cigarette remained between his lips as he spoke, “You’re being dramatic.” Dramatic? Did he hear himself? I couldn’t breathe. The walls seemed to squeeze in on me as I felt trapped inside a disturbing nightmare. Jonas spoke these words with the tone of someone delivering a known fact. He spoke to me as though he would explain basic concepts to someone who was young. But I wasn’t a child. I refused to stay passive about this situation. “How could you do this?” My words emerged in pieces because they felt too massive to express in one breath. Jonas shrugged. What has been our marriage length according to your estimation, Sofie? The defect in my behavior is no secret to you. Freja remained motionless on the floor while Jonas watched her. I wanted to scream. I wanted to throw everything. I needed to scream until my voice disappeared because I wanted to make sense of this situation. But nothing made sense. His words, along with Freja's smile and his casual demeanor, failed to make sense to me. I moved backward twice before finding enough distance. I needed space. I needed to breathe. Jonas spoke again with a frigid tone when he said, "You're being dramatic." “Just calm down.” “Calm down?” My heart pounded wildly as I spoke those words. “You want me to calm down? After this? After what you’ve done?” He sighed. “Look, Sofie. It’s not that big of a deal. The outcome was destined to occur from the beginning. You knew it. You always knew our relationship would end someday because you would never stay with me forever. The statement penetrated deeper than any other information he had given me. This hit me harder than any physical blow could have because it lacked any remorse. He wasn’t even sorry. I looked at Freja. She showed no effort to conceal her smug expression. My closest friend, who I trusted and believed I could depend on during this time. She wasn’t even sorry. Her expression showed nothing but disbelief, as if I were the one who had lost her mind. My hands were shaking. My mind was racing, spinning. “How long, Jonas?” My words escaped as a tiny whisper through my throat. You have been seeing each other for a long period. He responded with a casual tone that made it sound like he was discussing meteorological conditions. “You were always busy. I got lonely.” Lonely? That was his excuse? The amount of time I spent working was the reason he gave. I had dedicated everything to him. For us. I sacrificed my entire life to this existence because I chose him. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know what to say. I wanted to leave. A force held me back from exiting through that door. The look in his eyes—cold, calculating. He discarded his cigarette into the ashtray before turning his gaze toward me. He spoke to me with an icy tone when he said, "You can leave if you want, Sofie." “But you’ll regret it.” I didn’t move. I couldn’t move. His words felt like a threat. But was it a threat? Did he merely want to send me away, or did he have different intentions? I wanted to scream. I wanted to say something—anything. I searched for words, but none came to mind. What did he mean? What was he planning?