Farewell to My Undercover Ex The Fall and Rebirth of a Mafia Princess Chapter 04
Maybe my mind just shut down to protect itself.
After that day, everything blurred at the edges. I could barely get
through an hour, let alone a day.
Declan didn’t file for divorce right away.
He took a leave of absence and spent two months dragging me from
one shrink to the next.
Every appointment felt like a war neither of us would name.
I sat through every session and gave them nothing.
Medication? No. I wouldn’t touch it. Going numb felt like letting them win.
To “help” me, Declan pushed to have me heavily sedated.
It was brutal. Afterward, my memory went hazy and my thoughts moved like they were underwater.
Sketching had always been my way out. But now I’d pick up a pencil and my hands wouldn’t cooperate. As if the connection between my brain and my fingers was just gone.
I hid a razor blade behind the mirror. I picked a date: the day my father’s sentence came down.
Declan found it.
That night, he pinned me to the bathroom counter, pried my mouth open, and shoved the medication down my throat.
“You think you’re still Daddy’s little princess? Stop acting like a child.”
Before all this, whenever I got hurt, he’d patch me up with a gentle hand. He’d clean my scrapes, careful not to press too hard, his voice low and soothing. “I got you, Ren. You’re safe.”
And Declan would play along. “Baby, just swallow it. I’ll get you something sweet after, I promise.”
But this time, his hands were just cruel.
The second he let go, I spat the pills onto the tiles.
He looked down at me like I was something he’d already given up on.
“Look at yourself. I’m wasting my time.”
“Then get out,” I snapped.
He slammed the door.
I smelled cigarette smoke drifting in from the living room all night.
Claire showed up the next day.
“Dec, you’re the hero of the department right now. You’ve got your whole career ahead of you. She’s a mob boss’s daughter! Why are you still here?”
Claire sounded like she couldn’t believe what she was watching. Silence.
Then Declan, quiet:
“I took care of her for ten years. I can’t just walk away like it’s nothing.”
The argument died down. What came after was worse.
The silence. And then the unmistakable sound of them kissing.
In the penthouse my father bought me, with them kissing in the next room, the walls closed in.
I destroyed everything I could reach. Furniture, picture frames, the wedding portraits…
Declan pulled Claire behind him. The same way he used to pull me.
Claire acted scared. “See? I told you. She’s exactly like him. Violent. Dangerous.”
“Violent.”
“Dangerous.”
I grabbed a shard of glass and threw it at them.
Declan caught my wrist, twisting until I dropped it, then shoved me back.
“Enough, Renata. I’m done feeling guilty.”
Declan filed the divorce papers the same day my father’s sentence
was handed down.
Life without parole.
Through the visitation glass, I watched tears run down my father’s face.
“Baby, please. Just stay alive. That’s all I’m asking.”
He’d already set everything up: an overseas trust, managed through
a shell company with no ties to the family name.
My father had never begged anyone for anything in his life. But he was begging me now.
So I thought, fine. I’d try.
The last time I saw Declan was outside the courthouse.
He looked at me. “Good luck.”
That was the end of us.
The car slipped into a tunnel, and the world outside went dark.
My phone lit up. Unknown number.
“Hello?”
It was Declan.
“You left your ID at the front desk. Can you come back for it?”