No Sex for Six Years Because of Her? I'm Done novel Chapter 104

**TITLE: My Heart Waited Too Long and Choosing Freedom**
**Chapter 104: The Moment Her Heart Died**

“Shut it.”

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Amelia’s eyes shot toward Hannah with the precision of a pair of daggers, sharp and unforgiving. The chill in her voice could have turned the warm air of the room into ice.

With purposeful strides, she entered the space, her presence commanding attention as she halted directly in front of Ethan.

Her gaze swept over Ethan’s friends, assessing the situation with a mixture of disdain and determination. Then, she spoke, each word dripping with authority, “Apologize to Mason and Evan now.”

The atmosphere in the lounge shifted palpably, the air thick with tension as silence enveloped the room like a heavy blanket.

A few heartbeats later, one of Ethan’s childhood friends let out a scoff, leaning back against the couch with an exaggerated arch of his brow directed at Ethan. “Dude, what’s up with your wife? She clearly doesn’t know any manners. Who does she think she is, embarrassing your friends like this?”

Ethan’s expression darkened immediately, his pride pricked by the mockery. The laughter of his friends felt like daggers, and he could feel his temper simmering just below the surface.

“Who do you think you are?” he thundered, standing up and glaring down at Amelia. “You’re really taking the Everetts’ side? Do you honestly believe you still belong to that world?”

“Don’t forget, you’re a Harlow now! You married into my family! You don’t get to make a scene. Apologize to Hannah and to my friends!”

The word “apologize” hung in the air like a noose around Amelia’s neck.

A mocking smile curled at the corners of Amelia’s lips, cold and defiant.

She looked at the man she had once cherished, the same man who had repeatedly trampled her heart. The last remnants of her patience and the mask she had worn for so long shattered within her.

“I won’t apologize for anything,” she spat, her voice steady yet filled with a newfound strength. “Fuck you!”

The room fell into a stunned silence, the shockwaves radiating off her words.

Hannah gasped dramatically, her hand flying to her chest as if she had been personally attacked. “Ms. Harlow! You’re a dignified socialite. How can you utter such a foul word?”

“Really?” Amelia shot back, her icy gaze cutting through the air like a knife. Her eyes landed on the ornate tea set displayed on the coffee table, a symbol of the pretentiousness surrounding them.

In an instant, she seized the teapot and, under the horrified stares of the onlookers, brought it crashing down onto the marble floor.

“Clang!”

The pot shattered into a thousand pieces, hot tea erupting like a geyser, the steam swirling in a white cloud around her.

“I told you to apologize. Did you not hear me?” Amelia’s chin lifted defiantly, her voice unwavering and frosty. She fixed her gaze on Ethan, then swept her eyes across every man in the room. “You think you’re all so superior? You’re no better than vermin, scuttling around in the wounds of others as if it’s a game.”

“Have you lost your mind?” Ethan’s voice erupted, his frustration boiling over as he lunged toward her, gripping her wrist tightly. “You’re breaking things! Are you trying to humiliate my family?”

Amelia’s heart raced, and she felt the urge to retaliate, but Ethan’s grip held her firm. Suddenly, a figure darted past her, and then the sharp crack of a slap echoed through the space.

SMACK!

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