After Amnesia, I Thought My Mafia Ex-Husband Was My Boss Chapter 14

After Amnesia, I Thought My Mafia Ex-Husband Was My Boss Chapter 14

A week later, Attorney Green called. 

He said the last batch of documents needed 

my signature. 

I went to the law firm. 

When I pushed open the door, I saw Damian 

there too. 

He had lost a lot of weight. 

Streaks of gray had appeared in his hair. 

He looked completely drained. 

“Ms. Randall,” Attorney Green said, “these 

are the final property and dock authorization 

documents.” 

I sat down and picked up the pen. 

“Wait.” Damian suddenly spoke. 

I looked up at him. 

“Do you really have to cut me off this 

completely?” His voice was rough. 

I said nothing and kept reading. 

“Eliana.” He called my name. “Don’t you 

hate me at all?” 

My pen stopped. 

I thought about it. 

“No.” 

He froze. 

A little hope even appeared in his eyes. 

“Really? You don’t hate me?” 

“Mm.” I nodded. “I really don’t feel 

anything for you now.” 

“Hate is still a feeling.” 

“But for you, I don’t even have hate left.” 

His face slowly turned pale. 

“But we had many beautiful memories too.” 

“When we first got married, you smiled so 

happily.” 

“You said marrying me was the happiest 

thing in your life.” 

I cut him off. 

“That was before.” 

“The person I am now doesn’t remember those so–called beautiful memories.” 

“I only see the truth of that marriage.” 

“A wife who wasn’t respected.” 

“A woman treated like a tool.” 

“A pitiful person who lost herself.” 

I stood up. 

“That is the truth I see.” 

“So I don’t want to return to that state.” 

“Never.” 

I signed my name on the documents. 

“From now on, we go our separate ways.” 

Damian looked at my signature. 

He looked as if his soul had left his body. 

“Eliana,” he suddenly asked, “will you be happy?” 

I paused. 

“Yes,” I said. “At least I will be happier than 

I was beside you.” 

He closed his eyes. 

Tears slid down his cheeks. 

I signed the last document and set down the 

pen. 

“Attorney Green, is everything done?” 

“Yes, Ms. Randall,” he said. “From this 

moment on, you and Mr. Moretti have no 

legal ties and no ties through family assets.” 

I nodded and picked up my bag. 

Damian suddenly stood up and hugged me. 

“I’m sorry,” he said by my ear. “I’m sorry. 

I’m sorry.” 

He held me tightly. 

His whole body shook. 

I stood there. 

But I felt nothing. 

The old Eliana might have cried over this hug. She might have thought he had finally admitted his mistake and was finally willing to hold her properly. 

But now, I only felt that he was holding me so tightly I could barely breathe. 

I pushed him away and left the law firm.