After Amnesia, I Thought My Mafia Ex-Husband Was My Boss Chapter 05

After Amnesia, I Thought My Mafia Ex-Husband Was My Boss Chapter 05

The next day, Vera suddenly came to find 

1. me. 

“Eliana, let’s talk.” 

We sat in the West Wing living room. 

She looked a little nervous. 

“Actually, Damian and I have known each 

other for a long time,” she began. “Before he became the Don, we were together.” 

I looked at her and said nothing. 

She continued, “Later, there was fighting 

inside the family, and I was forced to leave 

New York. Five years ago, I got divorced and 

had nowhere to go. I could only come to 

him.” 

“He took me in and let me live in the East 

Wing.” 

I almost laughed to myself. 

So Vera was finally dropping that sweet little 

act. 

“You’re not angry?” she asked carefully. 

I shook my head. 

“Why should I be angry?” 

She froze. 

I said, “Ms. Winter, your past with Mr. Moretti is between the two of you. I don’t remember anything, so there’s nothing for 

me to be angry about.” 

Her expression stiffened. 

“You weren’t like this before.” 

“Before?” 

“You were very harsh to me before,” she said. “Every time I came to the East Wing, you tried to drive me away. You even said bad things about me in front of Luca and told him not to get close to me.” 

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She lowered her head, playing the wounded 

innocent. 

“Later, he found out I wasn’t that kind of 

person, so he hated you even more.” 

I sighed to myself. 

How pathetic had the old me become over 

one man? 

Speaking badly about another woman in 

front of her own child. 

In the end, even her son stood on the other 

woman’s side. 

I said, “Then she cared too much. I 

wouldn’t.” 

Vera looked at me. 

Her face tightened. 

Just then, Damian walked in. 

He heard what we said. 

He stood at the door, his expression dark. 

“What are you talking about?” he asked 

Vera. 

Vera lowered her head and made herself look 

wronged. 

I said, “Ms. Winter was explaining why she 

moved into the East Wing. I said I’m only the 

live–in housekeeper, so it’s none of my 

business.” 

Damian turned to look at me. 

His eyes were hard to read. 

“Do you know what you did before to drive 

her away?” 

I shook my head. 

“You flew to the city where her ex–husband lived. You knelt in front of her parents and begged them to keep her away from me.” 

I went still. 

He continued, “After you came back, you 

cried all night. You said you had never been 

so humiliated in your life.” 

“But the next day, she still returned to the 

estate. Because I was the one who told her to 

come back.” 

He looked at me and waited for my reaction. 

I felt tired just listening to it. 

That couldn’t have been me. 

Kneeling and begging for a man? That was 

beyond pathetic. 

But I didn’t say it out loud. 

I only nodded. 

“Oh.” 

Damian froze. 

“That’s it?” 

“Mm,” I said. “That was in the past. I don’t 

remember it. I’ll say the same thing again. If you pay me, I’ll work as the live–in 

housekeeper. If you don’t pay me, I’ll leave.” 

Honestly, if I hadn’t just left the hospital, I would have already left. 

He stared at me for a long time. 

His eyes grew more and more unreadable. 

“You really…” 

He didn’t finish. 

But Vera’s expression clearly panicked. 

The room went so tense it felt like a family 

trial was about to begin. 

Damian suddenly said, “Come with me.” 

He brought me into the study and shut the 

door. 

“Eliana, what the hell are you thinking?” 

I was genuinely confused. 

“I’m not thinking anything.” 

“You heard that you once knelt and begged 

people. You have no reaction at all?” 

He took a deep breath. 

“Before, when you heard things like this, 

you would cry. You would scream. You would 

smash things.” 

“Now you don’t even frown.” 

I didn’t know how to answer. 

No one told me a housekeeper also had to manage a mafia boss’s emotional problems. 

He stared at me. 

Then he suddenly said in a low voice, “If you 

really lost your memory…‘ 

He didn’t continue. 

But I saw doubt flicker in his eyes. 

At last, he turned away. 

“Go out.” 

I walked out of the study and breathed a sigh 

of relief.