After Amnesia, I Thought My Mafia Ex-Husband Was My Boss Chapter 09

After Amnesia, I Thought My Mafia Ex-Husband Was My Boss Chapter 09

I put my father’s letter away and made a post

on social media.

The photo was the city night view outside

my window.

The caption had only one sentence.

Hello, new life.

After posting it, I set my phone aside.

I lay on the couch and looked at the ceiling.

My heart felt calmer than it ever had before.

Although I had lost my memories, I had also

been spared the pain of that marriage.

In the evening, my phone suddenly rang

nonstop.

They were all from Damian.

I hesitated, then answered.

“Where are you?” His voice was urgent. “Why did you leave? Why did you leave a

note like that?”

I said calmly, “Mr. Moretti, I quit.”

His voice shook.

“Eliana, stop doing this. Come back.”

“I’m not making trouble.”

“Where are you?”

“I’d rather not tell you.”

“Eliana!” he roared.

I cut him off.

“You know we’re already divorced, don’t

you? And I’m not a real live–in housekeeper.

Maybe I used to do that work before, but that

was never who I was.”

The other end of the line suddenly went

quiet.

After a long time, he asked hoarsely, “You

remembered?”

“No,” I said. “I was cleaning the room today

and saw the divorce papers.”

He fell silent.

I continued, “Since we’re already divorced, I

shouldn’t keep living in your home. That makes sense, doesn’t it?”

“Do you want to get away from me that

badly?”

“It’s not about what I want. I was already

supposed to leave.”

“No,” he said. “You lost your memory. You

need someone to look after you.”

“I can take care of myself.”

“What about Luca?” he suddenly said. “Are

you just going to walk away from Luca?”

I was silent for a moment.

“The agreement says I can visit twice a

month. I’ll follow it.”

“Eliana!” His voice broke. “How can you be so cold? You don’t love Luca anymore? You don’t love me anymore?”

I thought for a moment and answered

honestly.

“Mr. Moretti, right now, I honestly don’t feel

anything for you or Luca. To me, you’re no

different from strangers.”

“Since we’re divorced, we should each start

a new life. Isn’t that right?”

He broke down on the phone.

“No. No, it wasn’t supposed to be like this. You don’t get to just stop loving me.”

“You used to love me so much. You said you

would never leave the Moretti estate.”

“You said marrying me was the happiest thing in your life.”

His voice became more and more chaotic.

I listened without feeling anything.

Maybe the old Eliana really had said those

things.

But that was in the past.

The person I am now didn’t remember.

And I didn’t want to remember.

“Mr. Moretti,” I said, “I don’t remember the

past, but from what I have observed these

past few days, our marriage was very

unhappy.”

“You have Ms. Winter with you. Luca also

has you and her to take care of him. I believe

you will all live very well.”

Then I hung up and blocked his number.

Soon, Vera’s call came in.

I answered.

“Eliana.” Her voice was a little panicked. “Damian is not doing well right now. Can

you…”

“Ms. Winter,” I cut her off. “Damian and I are already divorced. How he is doing has nothing to do with me.”

“But…”

“Also,” I said, “don’t talk to me like we’re

close, Ms. Winter. We’re not.”

Then I blocked her too.

After doing all this, I went to the kitchen and cooked myself a bowl of noodles.

It was a simple bowl of noodle soup with a

poached egg.

As I ate, I suddenly smiled.

It was probably the best meal I had eaten in a long time.