After Amnesia, I Thought My Mafia Ex-Husband Was My Boss Chapter 11

After Amnesia, I Thought My Mafia Ex-Husband Was My Boss Chapter 11

“Why?” His voice broke. “You used to love 

me so much.” 

I looked at him calmly. 

“Maybe because I can see clearly now.” 

“I can see how painful that marriage was for 

me.” 

I looked into his eyes. 

“Mr. Moretti, do you know what my first 

reaction was when I saw those diaries, 

photos, and divorce papers?” 

He shook his head. 

“I thought, why was that woman so 

foolish?” 

“She destroyed herself like that for a man.” 

“Why?” 

Damian’s whole body shook. 

“But that woman was you.” He cried out. 

“That was you.” 

“Yes, it was me.” I nodded. “That’s why I’m 

grateful I lost my memory.” 

“Because I don’t remember any of that 

pain.” 

“I only need to know that I was once that 

small and desperate. That’s enough.‘ 

The psychologist said beside us, “Mr. 

Moretti, I suggest Ms. Randall stay away 

from the source of her trauma.” 

He turned sharply. 

“What does that mean?” 

“It means staying away from the people and 

environment that caused her trauma. That 

will help her recover.” 

Damian froze. 

“But I’m her husband.” 

“Ex–husband,” I corrected him. “We’re 

already divorced.” 

He suddenly dropped to his knees. 

“Eliana.” He grabbed my hand. “I was 

wrong. I was really wrong. Don’t leave me. 

Please.” 

I pulled my hand back and stood up. 

“Mr. Moretti, your mistake didn’t start 

now.” 

“It started the day you allowed Vera to move into the East Wing.” 

“It started the day I gave up Randall 

Shipping for you, and you said I had nothing to do all day but overthink.” 

“It started the day Luca said he liked Aunt. Vera more, and you said I was being too controlling.” 

“It started every time you pushed me to the edge and still believed I could never leave 

you.” 

I listed each thing one by one. 

The color drained from his face little by 

little. 

“You thought I would always love you, so 

you had no fear.” 

“You enjoyed the feeling of two women 

fighting over you.” 

“You enjoyed the triumph of watching me 

give up everything for you.” 

“But you never thought that I would get 

tired too.” 

Damian knelt on the floor. 

His whole body trembled. 

“I thought you would never leave.” 

“You loved me so much.” 

“Yes, I loved you,” I said. “But the Eliana 

who loved you is already dead.” 

I turned to leave. 

He suddenly asked, “Then who do you love 

now?” 

I stopped and turned back to look at him. 

“I love myself.” 

“And for the first time in my life, Mr. 

Moretti, I love myself enough to leave.” 

After saying that, I walked out of the clinic 

room. 

His crying came from behind me. 

But I didn’t look back.