After Amnesia, I Thought My Mafia Ex-Husband Was My Boss Chapter 07

After Amnesia, I Thought My Mafia Ex-Husband Was My Boss Chapter 07

The next day, Damian went to the docks to 

handle family business. 

Vera took Luca to school. 

I was the only one left in the estate. 

When I was tidying the master bedroom, I saw the bedside drawer half open. 

I walked over to close it. 

But I saw a red folder inside. 

I opened it. 

It was a divorce file. 

There were two photos attached. 

One was Damian. 

The other was me. 

More accurately, Eliana Randall. 

The effective date of the divorce was one 

month ago. 

So Damian and I were already divorced? 

Wait. 

Was I really that foolish woman? 

I kept searching the drawer and found a 

divorce agreement. 

The terms were very clear. 

Damian kept the right to use the main house 

of the Moretti estate. 

Eliana kept the Randall Shipping shares, her 

parents‘ estate, her New York apartment, 

and management rights over the North 

Shore docks. 

Luca’s primary custody would temporarily 

stay with Damian. 

Eliana could visit twice a month. 

At the end of the agreement, there was one 

handwritten sentence. 

From now on, we go our separate ways. 

The handwriting was messy. 

But the strokes were so hard they almost cut through the back of the paper. 

I held the documents. 

My mind went blank. 

When I snapped back to myself, my first 

reaction was this: 

Then why was I still working as a live–in housekeeper? 

I should be running Randall Shipping. 

Mr. Moretti, Young Master Luca, Ms. Winter -good luck with all that. I’m out. 

My phone suddenly rang. 

It was an unknown number. 

“May I speak with Ms. Eliana Randall? This 

is Attorney Green. I handled your divorce 

case before.” 

“Hello.” 

“Ms. Randall, after your car accident, you 

never came to the firm to complete the follow–up paperwork,” he said. “The 

transfer of your parents‘ estate, the signing of your shipping shares, and the board 

authorization for the North Shore docks all 

need your personal confirmation.” 

“Also, the new apartment you asked us to 

find is ready.” 

I paused. 

“New apartment?” 

“Yes. You said that after the divorce, you 

didn’t want to live at the Moretti estate anymore. You asked us to find you an apartment with strong security, close to Randall headquarters. A live–in house 

I stayed silent for a long time. 

“Thank you. I understand.” 

After hanging up, I looked at the divorce 

papers in my hand. 

So my past self had already arranged 

everything. 

Divorce. 

Take back the business. 

Prepare a new home. 

Leave the estate. 

The “live–in housekeeper” I remembered. 

was actually the house manager I had hired 

for myself. 

The car accident had taken my memory. 

I had mistaken myself for the person coming 

in for the house manager interview. 

Damian brought me back. 

He thought I was pretending to lose my 

memory and wanted to start over. 

But in truth, I really remembered nothing. 

I sat on the edge of the bed. 

My head was a mess. 

Scenes from the past few days flashed through my head. 

I called him Mr. Moretti, and he sneered that 

my act was convincing. 

I asked about my pay, and he said I kept finding new ways to shock him. 

I acted indifferent toward Vera, and he 

became even angrier. 

I kept my distance from Luca, and he called 

me cold–blooded. 

So he had known all along that we were 

divorced. 

He brought me back because he wanted me 

to recover my memories? 

Or did he want me to regret leaving? 

walked into the study and opened the diary. 

The final page still had only one sentence. 

I’m leaving the Moretti estate. 

I’m taking back my life. 

I closed my eyes. 

Suddenly, I wanted to know what she had gone through when she wrote those words. 

At the same time, I was also deeply grateful I had lost my memory, because I remembered none of that pain.