Goodbye, ex-husband ! My New Husband Is A Mafia Boss

Stella POVI stood by the window, staring out at the pool, watching my husband rubbing ointment on the stomach of his first love, Mary. My hand slowly rubbed my own pregnant belly and i bit my lower lips. I can't remember the last time he rubbed ointment on my belly, to prevent stretchmarks . I once thought that after I got pregnant, he would treat me better.He had started treating me better, massaging my legs and acting like a husband should. But everything changed after Mary, his first love who never reciprocated, showed up two weeks ago, standing in front of our house, pregnant, claiming her husband cheated on her and beat her. From that day onward, my life changed completely.A soft chuckle snapped out of my thoughts. I looked down and saw Mary wearing a bikini while pregnant, sitting beside Andrew. He was talking to her gently, his voice low and warm, something he never did with me.I had enough.I went downstairs to confront them.How come Mary is in my house and has no decenc

Stella POVAfter three days, I was discharged from the hospital.I came home exhausted and went straight to my room to rest. The moment I pushed the door open, my steps froze.Mary was in the bedroom, lying comfortably on my bed.When she saw me, she smirked, then laughed mockingly.“Oh, you were discharged from the hospital and you dared to come here to disturb me?” Mary asked, acting as if she were the madam of the house.I clenched my fists, my patience completely gone.“What are you doing in my room?” I asked her.My voice sounded tired, worn down from everything I had endured.She crossed her legs lazily.“This is my room now. You should go and sleep in the guest room,” Mary told me.Her words hit me harder than a slap.Footsteps sounded outside.I exhaled, Andrew was coming. I decided to wait, I wanted us to talk properly.But suddenly, Mary stood up and slapped her own face hard.The sharp sound echoed through the room.She immediately sat down on the floor.“Oh, I am so sorry!

Stella POVI went straight home to my parents from the hospital.I did not want to get involved with Andrew and Mary anymore. I valued my life, and I did not want to die before my time.The moment I opened the front door and stepped inside, my heart dropped.My father was pushed to the floor, his face bruised and panting for air.Three strange men were standing in our living room.“Pay up what you owe us or die,” the man wearing a suit said coldly.My father was bruised all over his face and body. It was clear he had been beaten badly.“What is going on here?” I asked, shock and fear filling my voice.I had no idea what I had just walked into.One of the men turned to me.“Oh you must be his daughter , your father took a loan from us. Are you the one who is going to pay his debt?” he asked,his gaze sharp and threatening.I walked further inside and froze.My mother was also kneeling on the floor, trembling and avoiding eye contact, as if she was embarrassed I met them in this position

Andrew pov(Stella's Ex husband): I was massaging Mary’s leg ,as she ate slices of fruit that the maid had cut up for her. She sat comfortably on the couch, chewing slowly while scrolling through her phone. I had gotten divorced, and Stella had sent me a video of the CCTV footage of our home, where Mary was bullying her and pretending Stella hit her. I wanted to believe Stella, my ex wife, because I loved her. But currently, the CCTV footage was out of service, and I had sent someone to get it repaired. I was deep in thought when Mary pushed her leg further toward my groin area. I pushed her leg away gently and looked at her face and she was still on her phone. Maybe she was looking at her phone and did it unknowingly, I thought. Mary was my first love in high school. Even though she refused to date me, I always took care of her ,because I saw her as a younger sister, maybe one that I could not date. I took proper care of her and could not let her suffer in the hands of her ex

Stella povAfter staying with my parents for a while and reassuring them that I was all right, they let me leave.I left and went back to Jonathan's mansion. When I returned home, I was told he wasn’t home by a maid who came to welcome me back.I guess he has business to attend to.“Will Mr Jonathan be coming back today?” I asked the maid who came to welcome me home.“No, Mrs Stella ,he told us he will be returning back home tomorrow morning,” she replied respectfully, and I nodded in understanding.I breathed a sigh of relief because even though I want to talk to him, I don’t think I can do it face to face. At the end of the day, he's a dangerous man. I know he is in the mafia, I just don't know how deep he is in the mafia organisation.So ,he isn't someone I can mess with.“Make me dinner, I am hungry You can go” I told her, waving my hand dismissively, and she bowed gently before heading off to the kitchen. I went straight to my room to rest.I woke up the next morning and got dres