After Amnesia, I Thought My Mafia Ex-Husband Was My Boss Chapter 15

After Amnesia, I Thought My Mafia Ex-Husband Was My Boss Chapter 15

That weekend, the doorbell rang. 

I opened the door and saw Luca standing 

outside. 

Beside him was a woman I didn’t know. 

She was probably the new nanny Damian 

had hired for him. 

“Mommy,” he called softly. 

I crouched down. 

“Luca, why are you here?” 

“I missed you.” His eyes were red. 

I touched his head. 

“Come in.” 

The nanny brought him inside, then stepped 

out. 

Luca stood in the living room and looked at 

me carefully. 

“Are you hungry? Mommy will make you 

something.” 

His eyes lit up. 

He nodded hard. 

I went to the kitchen and made him a bowl of 

noodles. 

I added a poached egg, the way he liked. 

He ate happily. 

As he ate, he kept secretly looking at me. 

“Does it taste good?” 

“Yes,” he said. “Better than Aunt Vera’s.” 

I paused. 

“Is Aunt Vera still at the estate?” 

He shook his head. 

“Dad told her to leave.” 

“Now it’s just me, Dad, the guards, and the 

nanny at the estate. 

He put down his fork and spoke in a small 

voice. 

“Mommy, Dad cries every day.” 

“At night, he sits alone in the West Wing living room and looks at old photos of you 

two.” 

“Sometimes he cries until he falls asleep.” 

I listened. 

I felt nothing. 

“That was his choice,” I said. 

Luca froze. 

“Mommy, you really don’t care about Dad at 

all anymore?” 

I thought about it and answered honestly. 

“I don’t.” 

Luca cried. 

“But I want a real family.” 

“I want Mom and Dad together.” 

I pulled him into my arms. 

“Luca, let Mommy ask you something.” 

“Do you want a family that only looks whole from the outside, but every day is filled with arguments, silent treatment, and tears?” 

“Or do you want Mom and Dad to live apart, but both try to live better?” 

He froze. 

“Did you fight every day before?” 

I nodded. 

“I think so. 

“Because of Aunt Vera?” 

“Mm.” 

Luca stayed silent for a long time. 

Then he looked up at me. 

“Mommy, I’m sorry.” 

“I said before that I wanted Aunt Vera to be 

my mom.” 

“I didn’t mean it.” 

“She was nice to me. She never scolded me. I 

thought that meant love.” 

“Later, Dad told me she was nice to me 

because she wanted to win against you.” 

I stroked his head and said nothing. 

“Dad also said he was wrong.” 

“He said he let Vera live in the East Wing not 

because he pitied her, but because he wanted 

to hurt you.” 

I went still. 

Damian had actually told his son those 

things? 

Luca cried until he could barely breathe. 

“Mommy, I’m sorry.” 

“I didn’t understand anything before.” 

“I thought you were strict with me because 

you didn’t love me,” 

“I didn’t know you were sad too.” 

I held him and gently patted his back. 

“Luca, this is not your fault. You were only a 

child.” 

“The people who were wrong were the 

adults.” 

“Damian. Vera. And the old me too.” 

Luca looked up. 

“Mommy was wrong too?” 

I nodded. 

“Mommy shouldn’t have tried to keep Dad by speaking badly about Vera in front of 

you.” 

“I shouldn’t have poured my sadness onto 

you.” 

“I shouldn’t have made you stand between 

the adults and feel torn.” 

I looked into his eyes. 

“Luca, Mommy apologizes to you.” 

Luca froze. 

Then he cried even harder. 

“It wasn’t Mommy’s fault.” 

“I was bad.” 

“Mommy, can you forgive me?” 

I held him tightly. 

“Of course.” 

In the evening, the nanny came to pick Luca 

1. up. 

He hugged me and didn’t want to let go. 

“Mommy, can I come again next week?” 

“Of course,” I said. “You can come whenever 

you want.” 

As I watched him leave, I finally felt a real 

ache in my heart. 

Not for Damian. 

For this child. 

He was only six. 

But he had already been hurt badly by the 

mistakes of adults. 

One year later. 

It was Luca’s seventh birthday. 

I went to his birthday party. 

The party was held at the Moretti estate. 

I hadn’t returned for a year. 

When I pushed open the door of the main 

house, a strange, familiar feeling washed 

over me. 

The living room was decorated beautifully. 

Everything followed Luca’s favorite 

superhero theme. 

But the estate still looked empty, like a castle 

without warmth. 

When Luca saw me, he ran over. 

“Mommy!” 

“Happy birthday, Luca.” I handed him the 

gift. 

At that moment, Damian came downstairs. 

The moment I saw him, I paused. 

He had lost a lot of weight. 

Half his hair had turned white. 

He was only in his thirties, but he looked ten 

years older. 

When he saw me, too many emotions 

crossed his eyes. 

But he quickly hid it. 

“You’re here,” he said. 

I nodded. 

“Mm.” 

The air became a little awkward. 

Luca pulled me over to see the cake. 

“Dad ordered this. It’s huge.” 

I looked at the three–layer cake and smiled. 

Over the past year, Damian had indeed taken 

good care of Luca. 

He was on time for every visit and every 

pickup. 

He was working hard to be a good father, 

even if he had never been a good husband. 

When it was time to blow out the candles, 

Luca clasped his hands together. 

After making his wish, he looked at me. 

Then he looked at Damian. 

“Mommy. guess what I wished for?” 

“That you grow taller?” 

He shook his head and whispered, “I wished 

for both Mom and Dad to be happy.” 

My nose stung. 

Damian turned away. 

His shoulders trembled slightly. 

Ethan stood beside me and gently held my 

hand. 

Before the party ended, I went to the kitchen 

to get water. 

Damian followed me in. 

“Eliana.” 

I turned to look at him. 

“Are you living well?” 

“Very well.” 

He lowered his head. 

“That’s good. I was afraid you weren’t 

happy.” 

I looked at him. 

For a moment, my heart softened a little. 

This year, he really had changed a lot. He 

was no longer so proud or selfish. He had learned respect. He had learned to let go. 

But it was too late. 

“Damian,” I said, “you should live well too. 

Don’t keep living in the past.” 

He looked up. 

His eyes were red. 

“But I don’t know how to forget you.” 

“You don’t have to forget,” I said. “But you 

have to learn to let go.” 

“We all have to move forward.” 

He stayed silent for a long time. 

Then he asked quietly, “Can I hug you one last time?” 

I hesitated, then nodded. 

He gently hugged me. 

Not as tightly as before. 

He was careful. 

Like he was holding a dream that could 

break at any moment. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispered by my ear. 

“I forgive you.” 

His whole body shook. 

“Really?” 

“Mm.” 

“But that doesn’t mean I still love you.” 

He let go and took one step back. 

“I know.” He smiled, but tears were still falling. “I know.” 

“Take good care of Luca. And take good care 

of yourself.” 

I turned and left. 

When the car drove out of the Moretti estate, 

I glanced in the rearview mirror. 

Damian stood at the door. 

His back was bent. 

Luca jumped happily beside him and held his 

hand. 

Their shadows stretched long under the 

sunset. 

I looked away. 

Over the past year, I took back control of Randall Shipping. I stabilized my father’s docks and shipping routes. Little by little, I stepped back into the light. 

I learned to stand on my own. I learned to choose. I learned to love myself. 

I no longer made myself smaller for anyone. 

At last, I became the person I wanted to be.