No Sex for Six Years Because of Her? I'm Done novel Chapter 110

**TITLE: My Heart Waited Too Long and Choosing Freedom**

**Chapter 110: Second Meeting**

Hannah’s voice sliced through the stillness of the hallway like a knife, drawing the attention of everyone present. “Ethan is your brother-in-law. Isn’t it a bit inconsiderate of you to hide behind a door, refusing to acknowledge him?” Her tone was sharp, echoing with a mix of indignation and disbelief.

She continued, her words flowing with a practiced intensity, “Even if you are the esteemed Mr. Everett, you ought to know how to treat a guest properly. Or perhaps you simply don’t care about us at all?” Each statement was laced with a subtle venom, as if she were setting a trap for Mason, wrapping moral pressure in her seemingly polite phrasing. “Maybe Amelia spent three years living with your family, but it seems you lost interest long ago. Do you now think the Rowes are beneath you?”

As her words hung in the air, the door to the VIP lounge creaked open, revealing a tall, imposing figure that seemed to command the very space around him.

For a fleeting moment, the entire second-floor hallway fell into an almost reverent silence, as if a spell had been cast, rendering everyone mute. Hannah found herself momentarily breathless, captivated by the sight before her.

Ethan, at six-foot-two, had always embodied the pinnacle of wealth and power in Hannah’s eyes, his sharp features and polished demeanor radiating an air of high-class sophistication. Yet, in the presence of this man, she realized she had only glimpsed the surface of true elite status.

The newcomer wore a deep navy suit, impeccably tailored to his frame, which was lean yet broad-shouldered—a physique that suggested he was someone who effortlessly commanded attention without even trying. He didn’t need to strike a pose; he simply leaned casually against the doorframe, exuding an aura so potent it seemed to envelop the entire ballroom.

His features were strikingly sharp, almost too perfect, and his eyes, slightly upturned at the corners, held a cold detachment that sent a shiver through Hannah. When his gaze swept over the crowd, people instinctively averted their eyes, as if they were unworthy of his attention.

He stood there like a deity emerging from the shadows, looking down upon mere mortals with an air of superiority. Next to him, Ethan suddenly seemed diminished, his usual confidence as an heir feeling thin and fragile, as if it could shatter under the weight of this man’s presence.

Ethan swallowed hard, the sound echoing in the silence, and managed to force out a stiff, “Mason.” The name felt foreign on his tongue, a reminder of the tension that had existed between them.

This encounter marked their second meeting, and the memory of their first rushed back to Ethan like a tidal wave, pulling him into the past. He found himself transported to the afternoon before his wedding with Amelia.

Inside the upscale couture studio of Premond’s most exclusive bridal brand, he had been filled with anticipation. Outside, the vibrant energy of Moonlight Avenue shimmered, alive with the city’s hustle and bustle. The plan had been simple: Amelia would join him to select their wedding outfits, an event he had envisioned with excitement.

But on the day they were meant to take flight, Amelia had received a call from her family. The moment she hung up, the color drained from her face, and she turned to him, her voice trembling as she said, “I’m sorry. I have to go back.”

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