After Amnesia, I Thought My Mafia Ex-Husband Was My Boss Chapter 13

After Amnesia, I Thought My Mafia Ex-Husband Was My Boss Chapter 13

The next day, Vera found my new apartment. 

She rang the doorbell for a long time before I 

opened the door. 

She looked awful. 

Her hair was messy. 

Her eyes were swollen, as if she had cried all 

night. 

“Eliana.” Her voice was hoarse. 

I leaned against the doorframe and didn’t let 

her in. 

“What is it?” 

“Will you come back?” She bit her lip. 

I blinked. 

“Go back?” 

“Damian is not doing well right now,” she 

said. “He drinks every night until his 

stomach bleeds.” 

“Luca cries for you every day.” 

“The estate is a complete mess.” 

She looked at me. 

Her tears fell. 

“I know you hate me, but for Luca’s sake, 

can you go back?” 

I looked at her and suddenly smiled. 

“Ms. Winter, you’re not asking me to go back for them, are you?” 

She stiffened. 

“It’s because you finally realized Damian 

doesn’t love you, right?” 

Her face went white instantly. 

I continued, “Did he kick you out of the East 

Wing?” 

“Did he say you were only a tool he used to 

provoke me?” 

“Now that I’ve left, you’re useless too.” 

Vera’s tears fell even harder. 

“No.” She shook her head. “He is only 

confused for the moment.” 

“He’ll understand that I’m the one who 

loves him most.” 

I gave a cold laugh. 

“Ms. Winter, you liked him for years. But he 

never truly chose you.” 

“After your divorce, you came to him, and he 

took you in.” 

“But that was only because you could 

provoke me and make me suffer.” 

“What he enjoyed wasn’t you, and it wasn’t 

me.” 

“He enjoyed watching two women tear each 

other apart over him.” 

Vera’s whole body trembled. 

“You’re lying!” she shouted. “He loves me. 

He has always loved me.” 

“You’re the spoiled Randall heiress who 

crushed him with money and docks.” 

“He was forced to marry you.” 

I watched her fall apart and found her 

almost pitiful. 

“Then why wouldn’t he let go when I asked for a divorce?” 

“Why has he been crying and begging me to 

come back since I left?” 

“If he loves you, why isn’t he choosing you 

now?” 

Vera couldn’t answer. 

I looked into her eyes. 

“I’ll tell you the truth.” 

“Damian doesn’t love you.” 

“He doesn’t love me either.” 

“The only person he loves is himself.” 

“He enjoys being loved. He enjoys control. 

He enjoys watching people suffer for him.” 

“You and I were both his toys.” 

“The difference is that I woke up.” 

“And you’re still dreaming.” 

Vera collapsed to the floor and cried like her 

heart had been torn apart. 

I turned and shut the door. 

Through the door, I could still hear her 

crying. 

But I didn’t pity her at all. 

Because during all those years at the Moretti estate, Eliana had probably cried like that 

too.