No Sex for Six Years Because of Her? I'm Done novel Chapter 117

**TITLE: My Heart Waited Too Long and Choosing Freedom**
**Chapter 117: The Photo**

Ethan stood before Hannah, captivated by the warmth radiating from her gentle demeanor. It was as if she could see straight into his soul, understanding him in ways he hadn’t thought possible. In contrast, Amelia seemed to bring nothing but chaos into his life.

Yet, in his moment of reflection, he failed to notice the subtle shift in Hannah’s expression. As he turned to retrieve their luggage from the trunk, the softness in her eyes morphed into a venomous glare, a silent storm brewing beneath her placid surface.

After he dropped them off at the door, Ethan departed, leaving Hannah standing at the entrance. She maintained that delicate, obedient posture, her gaze fixed on his retreating figure, refusing to move for what felt like an eternity—a full thirty seconds stretched into a lifetime.

It was only when the purring engine of the sports car faded into silence, swallowed by the depths of the underground garage, that the fragile facade she wore began to crack.

With a sudden, violent motion, she released her pent-up frustration.

**Smash!**

The designer handbag she had clutched tightly flew from her grasp, crashing onto the polished wooden floor with a resounding thud.

Surveying her surroundings, she took in the reality of her so-called new home. The living room was painfully small, a mere shadow of her former life, which had once included a vast walk-in closet. Outside, the view was dominated by a suffocating concrete jungle, devoid of the meticulously cared-for rose garden and the glistening blue pool that had once brought her joy.

A wave of humiliation and resentment surged within her, igniting a fire that burned fiercely in her chest. Her anger had nowhere to go, a wild beast trapped within her.

Her eyes finally landed on her daughter, Isla, who was curled up in the corner of the couch, her small frame trembling, too afraid to even breathe.

The sudden crash had startled Isla, and now her wide, terrified eyes were fixed on her mother, searching for reassurance that would never come.

“What are you looking at?” Hannah’s voice sliced through the air, sharp and venomous as she advanced toward her daughter, her face contorted with rage. “You useless thing! You’re worthless, just like your dead father!”

Without a moment’s hesitation, she reached out, seizing Isla by the ear and twisting it mercilessly.

“Ah!” A gasp escaped Isla’s lips, the pain shooting through her like a lightning bolt. Tears welled in her eyes, but she bit her lip, stifling any sound that might provoke further wrath.

This was far from the first time her mother had unleashed such cruelty upon her.

Isla understood that displaying her pain would only serve to fuel Hannah’s fury, making the punishment even worse.

Fear and pain coursed through her small body, and in a voice barely above a whisper, she recited the words she had rehearsed countless times in her mind. “Mommy, please don’t be mad. I was wrong. I’ll listen to you from now on.”

But Hannah’s anger only intensified, her daughter’s pitiful plea feeling like a mockery of her own humiliation.

With a dismissive shove, she flung Isla away, watching as the girl tumbled onto the carpet.

Hannah began to pace the small living room, a caged animal driven by frustration. Her breathing was rapid, her chest heaving with the weight of her fury.

In that moment, she realized she had underestimated the situation.

She had miscalculated Amelia’s significance within the Everett family, particularly in Mason’s eyes.

The Everett family, no matter how powerful or devoted to Amelia, would never tolerate a woman whose reputation had been tarnished and who brought disgrace upon their name.

Especially not Mason—a proud golden boy. If he discovered that his beloved little sister led a scandalous life, humiliation would drive him to distance himself from her.

Hannah reveled in the thought of dragging Amelia down from her lofty pedestal and casting her into the depths of despair, ensuring she could never rise again.

And in that fall, she would seize everything that belonged to Amelia.

Ethan would become hers, and she would proudly wear the title of Mrs. Rowe.

With that thought firmly planted in her mind, Hannah saved the photo, her anger dissipating like mist in the morning sun.

She turned to her daughter, donning her mask of gentleness once more, lifting Isla from the carpet and pulling her into a tight embrace. “Good girl, Isla. Mommy was just in a bad mood. I didn’t mean to scold you. We’ll go back to the big house soon. Trust Mommy.”

Isla stiffened in her mother’s hold, the warmth she craved completely absent.

As night deepened around them, Lily drove Amelia to the entrance of her studio.

“Amelia, didn’t Ethan already transfer that Emberfall Villa into your name? Why are you still living in this cramped studio every day? That mansion is a luxury! Leaving it empty is such a waste.”

Amelia unfastened her seatbelt, a faint smile gracing her lips. The night breeze swept through the open window, lifting her hair and bestowing upon her an effortless, lazy beauty that made her seem almost ethereal.