After Amnesia, I Thought My Mafia Ex-Husband Was My Boss Chapter 02
The next morning, I woke up at five as usual.
I remembered that before the car accident, I was supposed to work as a live-in nanny-housekeeper for a wealthy family. Since I had left the hospital and been brought back to my employer’s home, I had to do the job well.
The estate kitchen was enormous. The fridge was full of steak, eggs, vegetables, and all kinds of expensive ingredients. I didn’t dare use much, so I only took eggs, oatmeal, and greens for a simple breakfast.
The oatmeal in the pot had just started steaming when footsteps came from behind me.
I turned around. Damian stood at the kitchen door.
He wore a black shirt with the collar slightly open. There were dark shadows under his eyes, as if he had not slept all night.
“Mr. Moretti, you’re up early,” I said politely.
He stared at me and gave a cold laugh.
“You’re really going all in with this act.”
I went still.
“What?”
He walked in.
His voice was cold and hard.
“You think you can fake memory loss after the crash and erase everything from the past?”
“Mr. Moretti, I really lost my memory. If I did something wrong before, I’m sorry.”
“Cut the act.” He cut me off. “A month ago, you were demanding a divorce. Today, you say you’re the housekeeper. Eliana, you’ve tried a lot of tricks, but this is the weakest one yet.”
His tone made me shrink back.
I stepped back.
His eyes grew colder.
“You want me to feel guilty, don’t you? You want Luca to pity you? You want the whole family to think I owe you?”
“I don’t.”
“Whether you admit it or not, I know exactly what this is.”
He turned and sat at the head of the dining table.
I had no choice but to serve breakfast.
I set down three bowls of oatmeal, a plate of fried eggs, and a plate of greens.
He looked at the food on the table.
His frown deepened.
“You used to make all kinds of breakfast,” he said. “Now this is all?”
I rubbed my hands together nervously.
“This is all I know how to make.”
“Keep playing the part.”
He picked up the bowl, took one sip, then set it down again.
“Even the taste is different now.”
I didn’t know how to explain.
Just then, a child’s crying came from upstairs.
I hurried upstairs and pushed open the bedroom door.
The little boy sat on the bed with red eyes.
The moment he saw me, he shouted, “Mommy!”
I crouched down.
“Young Master Luca, are you all right?”
He froze.
Tears spilled down his face.
“Why are you calling me that? I’m Luca. Your Luca.”
I didn’t know what to say.
I could only pat his back gently.
Damian came too.
He stood at the door, his face dark.
“Stop acting,” he said. “Luca, don’t listen to her. She’s putting on a show.”
Luca looked up at him.
Then he looked at me.
He cried even harder.
I stood up and said awkwardly, “I’ll go downstairs, then.”
“Stop.” Damian called me back. “Where are you sleeping?”
“The housekeeper’s room.”
He smiled, but the smile never reached his eyes.
“You’re really going all in with this act.”
I lowered my head and didn’t dare speak.
“Suit yourself,” he said. “But don’t think this will soften my heart.”
At breakfast, the air felt as heavy as the family council room underground.
Luca kept secretly looking at me.
Tears kept slipping down his face.
Damian didn’t even look at me.
After they finished eating, I asked carefully, “Mr. Moretti, may I ask how much you’ll pay me?”
He looked up at me.
He looked at me as if I had slapped him.
“Salary?”
He repeated the word with a bitter, mocking laugh.
“Eliana, you really do keep finding new ways to shock me.”
I was even more confused.
He rose from his seat.
“Play this game if you want. I’m not falling for it.”
After that, he went out to the underground garage.
Luca ran upstairs too.
I stood alone in the dining room and looked at the cold breakfast on the table.
Only one thought filled my mind.
Were both father and son completely insane?
Sure, I didn’t have to pay rent, but I still needed a paycheck!
