No Sex for Six Years Because of Her? I'm Done novel Chapter 105

**TITLE: My Heart Waited Too Long and Choosing Freedom**
**Chapter 105: Shattered and Humiliated**

In the depths of his heart, she had always been the one he would willingly sacrifice everything for.

Amelia gradually pushed herself into a sitting position, her body protesting with every movement.

The sharp, stabbing pain in her waist was insignificant compared to the agony that clawed at her heart, making it feel as if it was being violently ripped apart.

Her gaze fixed on the chaotic scene unfolding before her, her eyes burning with a fierce, angry redness.

Ethan, caught in the moment, seemed to fully grasp the weight of his actions. Hannah continued to weep in his embrace, but when he turned to see Amelia’s pale, desolate face, a wave of panic surged through him.

“Amelia!” he called out, instinctively releasing Hannah to reach for her.

“Don’t you dare touch me!”

Amelia’s hand shot out, slapping his away as if he were a piece of filth she couldn’t bear to be near.

Her eyes, cold and devoid of warmth, seemed to absorb every ounce of light around them, leaving only shadows in their wake.

With a calmness that belied the storm within, she stated, “Ethan, we’re done.”

She cast a fierce glare at the onlookers, who were watching the unfolding drama as if it were mere entertainment. Each step she took felt like a battle against the suffocating atmosphere in the lounge, her resolve steady as she walked away, one deliberate step at a time.

“Amelia!”

Ethan’s instinct was to pursue her, but Hannah clung to his arm with desperation, her sobs growing more intense.

“Ethan, please don’t! Let Ms. Harlow reflect on her actions. If you go after her now, she’ll think she’s done nothing wrong.”

One of Ethan’s friends, unable to resist, chimed in with a mocking tone, mimicking Amelia’s earlier words, “Ethan, we’re done.”

He clicked his tongue in irritation. “Come on, Ethan, go after her! If you don’t, she might actually file for divorce.”

Those words hit him like a bucket of ice water, extinguishing the flicker of regret that had begun to ignite within him.

He halted in his tracks.

His pride, meticulously crafted over years of being in control, would never allow him to bow his head to her in front of so many witnesses.

His expression darkened once more. “If she wants to leave, let her! Making a scene in a place like this—she’s gotten bold!”

He tugged at his tie in annoyance, his voice laced with coldness. “If the Everetts back out of the deal because of her, then I’ll be the one to initiate the divorce.”

Meanwhile, on the opposite side of the second floor, Mason’s secretary dashed across the quiet terrace, her urgency palpable.

“Mr. Everett, we have a serious problem!”

Mason turned slightly, his demeanor calm yet alert. “What is it?”

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