A Marriage Without Touch, A Goodbye Without Tears (Amelia and Ethan) novel Chapter 388

Chapter 388 No Way Back

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Ethan was dressed in an expensive bespoke suit, yet it couldn’t hide the exhaustion and decline etched deep

into his bones.

The contrast was brutal, like a silent slap across Ethan’s face.

Amelia took the seat across from him and went straight to the point.

“What do you want from me?

“Ethan, we’re already divorced. Showing up downstairs at my company and forcing a meeting like this is undignified.”

Ethan’s throat bobbed sharply, his face turning even paler.

After a long pause, he finally found his voice, dry and hoarse. “I… I just wanted to see you. To see if you’re doing well. Is that not allowed?”

At that, Amelia suddenly laughed.

It was thick with mockery.

“What do you think?

“Do I look like I’m doing badly?”

She was radiant, vibrant, glowing from head to toe.

That brightness stabbed at his eyes.

Ethan had no answer. He could only tug at the corner of his mouth, trying to force a smile that looked worse than a grimace.

His gaze lingered on her delicate features, jealousy and resentment spreading wildly in his chest.

He didn’t want to admit it,

That her current brilliance had everything to do with Mason.

In the end, he still couldn’t hold it back. His voice came out strained. “Are you… are you really with Mason now?”

Amelia didn’t say yes or no.

She leaned back in her chair, adjusted her posture, and calmly shifted the conversation.

“So, she said slowly, “have you sorted things out with Hannah? Is that why you’re here now, questioning my private life as my ex–husband?

Ethan wanted to argue, to explain that things with Hangah were not what Amelia thought

But in the face of what had already happened, any explation sounded hollow

“If I sort things out with her, can we go back to how thugs were before!”

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Chapter 388 No Way Back

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He looked at her urgently, his eyes lit with a nearly unhinged hope, as if her nod alone could send him running toward salvation.

Amelia shook her head gently.

“Ethan,” she said, her voice calm with finality, “I don’t have another six years to waste on you.”

She had once believed that those years were the unwavering commitment of her life.

Only after stepping away did she see that it had been nothing more than a one–sided performance that drained every ounce of her passion.

She watched his face freeze, her gaze unwavering, and continued. “And after truly experiencing what it feels like to be cherished, to be treated with sincere care, I finally understood how foolish and laughable my so- called perseverance used to be.”

Cherished and treated with sincere care.

Mason again.

Jealousy and fury surged at once, smashing through the last fragile barrier of Ethan’s restraint.

“I can do that too!” he shouted, his raised voice drawing glances from the few other patrons in the café.

The next second, he lunged forward and grabbed Amelia’s hand on the table.

“Amelia, look at me!” His eyes were bloodshot, veins standing out as obsession churned inside them. “From now on, I’ll be devoted to you! I’ll give you everything I have. I’ll treat only you well. There will never be anyone else. Believe me. Give me one more chance, please.”

His grip made her wrist ache, and her brows knit tightly

As she looked at the man before her, teetering on the edge of madness, not a single ripple stirred in her heart.

She yanked her hand free.

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