After Amnesia, I Thought My Mafia Ex-Husband Was My Boss Chapter 10

After Amnesia, I Thought My Mafia Ex-Husband Was My Boss Chapter 10

On the third day after I moved into the new apartment, the doorbell rang. 

I thought it was my takeout. 

But when I opened the door, Damian stood outside. 

He looked frighteningly worn out. He hadn’t shaved, and his eyes were red, as if he had stayed awake for many nights. 

“How did you find this place?” I asked. 

“Attorney Green told me.” His voice was 

hoarse. “Eliana, we need to talk.” 

I didn’t let him in. I stayed at the doorway. 

“What is there to talk about?” 

“Do you really remember nothing?” 

I nodded. 

He suddenly grabbed my hand. 

“Come see a doctor with me, okay? Just for 

your health.” 

I tried to pull my hand back, but he only held 

on tighter. 

“Please.” His voice trembled. “I just want to know what happened to you.” 

I looked at him. 

In the end, I nodded. 

In the car, he kept looking at me. 

“How have you been these past few days?” 

“Pretty good,” I said. “Much easier than it 

was at the estate.” 

His expression shifted. 

“I’m not your live–in housekeeper anymore, and I’m not your wife anymore,” I said, 

looking out the window. “So I’m free now.” 

“Free.” He repeated the word with a bitter 

laugh. “You used to hate that word the 

most.” 

I said nothing. 

“You said what you wanted most was a home. A home that belonged to us,” he said. 

“You said that as long as you could be with me, freedom didn’t matter.” 

I turned to look at him. 

“That was before.” 

“Yes. Before.” His voice was very quiet. 

The private psychologist was a woman in her 

forties. 

She spoke with me alone for half an hour 

first. 

“How do you feel about Mr. Moretti?” 

“Nothing. He feels like a stranger to me.” 

“And your son?” 

“He feels like a stranger too. I feel a little guilty, but there’s no bond between us.‘ 

“What was your first reaction when you saw 

the divorce papers?” 

I thought about it. 

“Relief.” 

The psychologist wrote it down calmly. 

“During these past few days, did you judge your past self in your heart?” 

I nodded. 

“I said she tore herself apart over a man. Why bother?” 

“Waiting for someone at three in the morning? I felt embarrassed for her.” 

“Even her concern as a wife got treated like a nuisance. It was pitiful.” 

The psychologist asked, “How did you feel. when you later found out that person was you?” 

I was silent for a moment. 

“Shame.” 

“Deep shame.” 

“I had actually lived as the kind of person I 

looked down on most.” 

The psychologist asked Damian to come in. 

He sat beside me. 

His hands kept shaking. 

“Ms. Randall is experiencing 

trauma–induced emotional detachment,” 

the psychologist said. 

Damian froze. 

“What does that mean?” 

“To put it simply, her amnesia didn’t just 

erase memories. It also erased the emotions 

tied to that relationship.” 

“She is looking at that marriage like an 

outsider now. From the outside, she can see 

how broken it was.‘ 

“That made her strongly reject her past 

self.” 

Damian’s face went bloodless. 

“So…” His voice shook. “She won’t love me 

again?” 

The psychologist stayed silent for a few 

seconds. 

“Love is part of emotional memory.” 

“When that part of emotion disappears, the 

love is gone.” 

All the strength seemed to drain out of 

Damian. 

“But she will recover her memory, right? 

Once she recovers, she will love me again.” 

The psychologist shook her head. 

“Even if she recovers her memories, that 

doesn’t mean the feelings will return. 

Because she has already examined that 

relationship in a new way.” 

She looked at me. 

“Ms. Randall, do you still love Mr. Moretti?” 

I shook my head. 

Damian looked at me. 

Tears slipped down his face.