After Amnesia, I Thought My Mafia Ex-Husband Was My Boss Chapter 04

After Amnesia, I Thought My Mafia Ex-Husband Was My Boss Chapter 04

Damian hired a new cook. 

She was a middle–aged woman and was 

especially polite to me. 

“Madam, what would you like to eat?” she 

asked. 

I quickly shook my head. 

“I’m not the lady of the house.” 

Vera sat beside us and smiled. 

“She’s been insisting she’s the live–in 

housekeeper lately. Just call her Ms. 

Randall.” 

The cook looked confused, but she still 

nodded. 

These past few days, Luca hid whenever he 

saw me. 

Once, I tried to hand him his toy. 

He threw it straight onto the floor. 

“Don’t touch my things!” 

Damian stood nearby and watched. 

He only sneered and said nothing. 

That day, no one was in the estate. 

I thought I should clean the West Wing 

study. 

When I pushed the door open, the shelves 

were filled with old books, family account 

books, and photos. 

I took a cloth and began wiping. 

Halfway through, I saw a photo. 

In the photo, Vera and Damian stood on a 

beach in Miami. 

They smiled at each other like they were 

close. 

I frowned and looked lower. 

There were seven or eight photos like that. 

But photos of Damian and “Eliana” were 

rare. 

I only found one in the corner of the 

bookshelf. 

I couldn’t help thinking, These two were clearly more than old friends. How had the old me ever put up with this? 

I had already refused to believe I was Eliana. 

I wasn’t that foolish. I would never give up 

my whole life for a man. 

When I organized the desk, I saw a black 

notebook in the drawer. 

I opened it out of curiosity. 

The first page read: 

He didn’t come back to the West Wing again 

tonight. 

The rest was full of broken thoughts. 

“It’s three in the morning, and I’m still waiting for him in the living room.” 

“Vera came again today. She said she and Damian are just old friends. But if they’re 

only old friends, why does she need to live in 

the East Wing?” 

“Luca said he likes Aunt Vera more. My heart 

broke.” 

“I only wanted an explanation, but he said I 

was being unreasonable.” 

“I’m so tired.” 

The handwriting became messier and 

messier. 

Some places still had dried tear stains. 

I turned to the last page. 

There was only one sentence. 

I’m leaving the Moretti estate. 

Now that made sense. A man like this was 

exactly the kind you left behind. 

I put the diary away. 

This weepy woman who had lost herself over 

a man could not possibly be me. 

At dinner that night, Luca kept staring at me. 

His eyes were red. 

He looked like he had cried. 

“Mommy,” he suddenly called me in a small 

voice. 

I looked up at him. 

“Did you really forget about me?” he asked, 

his voice trembling. 

I didn’t know how to answer. 

Damian put down his knife and fork. 

He looked at me. 

There was a trace of hope in his eyes. 

In the end, I still nodded. 

Luca cried. 

Vera quickly comforted him. 

“Be good, Luca. Don’t cry.” 

I said softly, “Young Master Luca, don’t you 

like Ms. Winter the most? She’s here. You’ll be fine.” 

Luca froze. 

Then he cried and ran upstairs. 

Damian stood up and stared at me coldly. 

“Are you done with this act? Now you’re 

lying even to your own son?” 

After saying that, he went upstairs too. 

Only Vera and I remained in the dining room. 

She sighed. 

“Eliana, why are you doing this?” 

I said nothing. 

She walked to my side and spoke softly. 

“Do you know? Damian really does care 

about you.” 

“It’s just that everything you’ve done over the years disappointed him too much.” 

She patted my shoulder and turned away. 

I looked at her retreating back. 

Only one thought filled my mind. 

He cared about me? 

Well, I didn’t care about him.