All Chapters of Please let go! My mafia ex-husband: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

8 Chapters

Chapter 1

"Ms. Vance, I’ve drafted the divorce agreement according to your requirements. Please note that this agreement will take effect seven days after both parties sign."My private lawyer handed the divorce agreement to me solemnly.Seven days.That was enough.I took the agreement, sandwiched it on the last page of the postnuptial agreement, and packed them into a document bag together.After flipping through it several times to ensure this disguise would not be exposed immediately, I had the driver steer toward the private villa of Dante and I.In any case, as long as Dante signed this agreement, I would be free.—When I arrived home, Dante was sitting on the sofa in the first-floor living room. He looked down at his gold Patek Philippe watch from time to time. A hint of impatience flickered in his cold green eyes, as if something urgent was waiting for him.Recently, He rarely came home. Today, I specifically made an appointment to meet him at home.Under the pretext of signing the pos

Chapter 2

Countdown: 5 days.Dante left earlier and returned later than ever before.Meanwhile, through dark intelligence leaks in the underworld, rumors about Don Dante intensified. In those photos, Dante wore a well-tailored dark gray suit, solemnly escorting a woman in a black veil through the heavily guarded gates of a private estate. The face behind the black lace veil was blurry, but I could still identify her as Nadia from her posture.That afternoon, Lucy, the senior partner at my design firm, knocked on my office door."Ele, bring the design blueprints for the Grand Sovereign mansion renovation. We need to go to the Syndicate's downtown headquarters to sign the final contract with the client." She leaned close and lowered her voice. "I heard the new owner of this mansion is Don Dante's widowed childhood sweetheart!"I nodded slowly, my mind wandering for a moment.Everyone at the firm knew I was a top architectural designer in New York, but no one knew I was the secretly married wif

Chapter 3

Countdown: 3 days.The project of Grand Sovereign mansion was progressing with surprising efficiency.Yet Dante continued to pressure the execution team to speed up. He emphasized to my team more than once that this was Nadia's new start in New York, and he would not allow any mistakes.I stood to the side, watching the scene coldly like an outsider.That day, after a long and suffocating negotiation, Dante followed me back to our villa.He lingered near the glass bar for a long time before speaking with difficulty, his tone terribly heavy."Elena, the underworld is still in turmoil right now.""Currently... it is not the right time to hold a public wedding.""The top priority is to handle the Grand Sovereign project. Once Nadia settles down completely and the territory stabilizes, I’ll give you a perfect wedding."I nodded politely, without any emotion.I didn't bother to remind him that the real top priority seemed to be the cathedral wedding he had promised me, which was a wedding h

Chapter 4

Countdown: 1 day.As if by tacit agreement, Dante and I rarely appeared together in project meetings anymore.However, whenever Nadia was not present, Dante would walk down alone from his 47th-floor office and stand silently at the back of the meeting room, staring at me quietly with his deep green eyes.I no longer tried to guess his recent regret and abnormal behavior, nor did I bother to understand it.I began secretly moving my personal belongings out of the villa piece by piece, trying not to attract Dante's attention.On the final afternoon, after the meeting ended, Dante suddenly called me into his private study.He stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. His voice was hoarse and exhausted."You’ve moved a lot of things out of the main house recently, and you haven't slept in the master bedroom for several days.""I’ve been staying in the old house in Brooklyn recently," I answered calmly with a pre-prepared reason. "It's quiet there, making it convenient for me to modify

Chapter 5

At that exact moment, the door was suddenly pushed open heavily from the outside.Dante stood under the porch in the pouring rain, soaked through and gasping for breath. His tie was pulled loose, and wet strands of hair stuck messily to his forehead.Without seeing it with their own eyes, no one would believe that the proud Don Dante could look so disheveled.An anxious, cautious smile hung on Dante's exhausted face."I'm so sorry, honey..." he panted, wiping rain from the corner of his eye. "I just finished the last security deployment. My car broke down two blocks away, so I ran all the way here..."His stopped abruptly.His deep green eyes stared fixedly at the suitcase in my hand and the corner of the ticket peeking out from my coat pocket.The smile on his face shattered instantly, turning into undisguised anxiety."Elena," His voice trembled violently. "Where are you going?"I turned the ticket over and handed it to him. Printed clearly on it was the destination: Paris.Dante's e

Chapter 6

Dante's face turned pale instantly. He smiled awkwardly and shook his head in disbelief."No... that's impossible. You're still joking with me, right?"He wanted to step forward to grab me, but because of my repeated rejections, he didn't dare to move.He was afraid that if he got close, I would run away completely.We just stood frozen in place.His voice lacked the usual authority of a Don."When did we get divorced? You never mentioned it to me, and I would never agree!"Unwilling to entangle with him any further, I dragged my suitcase, turned toward the car waiting to take me to the airport, and left him with one final sentence."The divorce agreement is on the dining table. See for yourself."Dante rushed into the house like crazy and grabbed the document on the table.At the end of that divorce agreement, his own bold and forceful signature was clearly signed.Dante would not fail to recognize his own handwriting.But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t recall when he had si

Chapter 7

Looking at the paper scraps falling to the ground, I sighed with a bit of helplessness."Please do not litter in a public place."Dante froze on the spot, not expecting my reaction to his roaring to be so indifferent.He kicked aside the paper scraps at his feet, grabbed my arm, and wanted to take me away."I don't recognize this agreement. We're going to re-register right now—"I stumbled for a second, then stood firm."You signed it yourself, Dante. I asked you to read the document carefully. But you were in such a hurry to get to your Nadia that you didn't even look at it. Who else can you blame?"His footsteps halted abruptly. A wave of intense guilt almost drowned him. But he still instinctively pulled me, waiting for me to compromise like I had countless times in the past.I was so stubborn and stand by my principles in everything. Only toward him, I always bowed my head without limits.For five years, whenever he made a request, I would give up my principles for him. Because I l

Chapter 8

A week later, Lucy flew to France.She excitedly told me that she’d like to develop the Paris branch together with me and didn’t plan to return to New York.Lucy and I had worked together for many years and built a deep friendship. Hearing this news, I hugged her tightly with tears in my eyes.We moved the firm into a luxury office building. On the first floor of this building was a top French dessert shop run by a young French man named Julian.He was 188 cm tall, with a male model's figure and an aristocratic, refined face.As I got to know him better, I learned that running the dessert shop was just his personal interest. In fact, this entire office building and half of the vineyard estates in Provence belonged to his family. His family was not only wealthy but also extremely powerful, with deep ties even to the local mafia.One afternoon, while I was drinking coffee at the dessert shop counter, the TV on the wall was playing financial news from the international underworld.In fr

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