No Sex for Six Years Because of Her? I'm Done novel Chapter 119

**TITLE: My Heart Waited Too Long and Choosing Freedom**
**Chapter 119: The Shield**

A bitter laugh escaped her lips, a sound laced with icy disdain. “Everything he did today was merely a ploy, a temporary tactic to serve his interests.”

Amelia’s mind raced as she processed the implications of her words. Mason was using her—a mere pawn in his game. “He needs my identity as Mrs. Rowe to stabilize his position and negotiate with the Everett Group. In layman’s terms, I’m just a shield he’s wielding against the Everetts for the time being. Once Mason leaves Nimbusia, he can easily bring that mother and daughter back whenever it suits him.”

Lily’s face contorted in disbelief and anger. “Holy crap! What a scumbag!” She slammed her palm against the steering wheel, her fury palpable as she spat, “When he needs you, you’re Mrs. Rowe. But the moment he doesn’t, he tosses you aside like yesterday’s trash. How can there be such shameless men in this world?”

Amelia felt the sting of Lily’s words, each one resonating deep within her. “You’re right, Lily. Divorcing him was the best decision I ever made. Once the waiting period is over, I won’t even think about going back! Anyone who gets involved with a man like him is bound for disaster.”

Lily’s luxurious apartment, perched on the banks of the river, was a testament to her success—sky-high prices matched only by the breathtaking views it offered.

As the elevator glided smoothly upward, stopping at the twenty-eighth floor, Amelia followed Lily out into the hallway. But as soon as she stepped out, her heart sank. There, squatting at her door, was Tim. His disheveled appearance struck her as both pitiful and absurd, a sight that tugged at her sense of empathy.

Upon hearing the elevator doors open, Tim turned, surprise flickering across his features as their eyes met.

An awkward silence enveloped them, thick and uncomfortable.

“Oh, what a coincidence,” Tim stammered, scrambling to his feet, his eyes darting around as if seeking an escape.

Amelia instinctively took a step back, creating space between herself and Lily. Her gaze flicked between the two, and she couldn’t help but smirk knowingly. “So… you two had plans tonight?”

It all clicked into place—no wonder Lily had been stuttering during their car ride.

“Don’t get the wrong idea!” Tim raised both hands defensively, though the sly grin tugging at the corners of his mouth undermined his protest. “I just ran into some legal trouble recently, so I came to consult Ms. Rayne about a professional matter.”

Lily’s cheeks flushed a shade of crimson, but she straightened her posture, nodding gravely as if confirming his story. “Right. Client consultation. Eight hundred an hour. He already paid.”

Amelia nearly burst out laughing, a mix of anger and disbelief bubbling inside her.

Legal consultation? More like a rendezvous to explore the intricacies of human anatomy later.

Suddenly, she felt like an unwelcome intruder in their midst, standing there awkwardly as the third wheel.

The lighting was soft and hazy, casting a warm, inviting glow. The air was infused with a delicate scent of cedar, mingling with the sharp, intoxicating aroma of whiskey.

There, languidly sprawled on a leather sofa, was Mason. He appeared at ease, his legs crossed casually, wearing a high-quality black shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms, presenting a relaxed yet undeniably alluring image that she rarely encountered.

As he noticed the door opening, he slowly lifted his gaze. His eyes, deep and cold like a hidden lake, pierced through the dim light, locking onto Amelia with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine.

In that moment, time seemed to stand still.

Amelia’s heart raced, her expression tightening as a whirlwind of questions flooded her mind.

Why was Mason here?

She instinctively turned to Tim, her confusion evident in her wide eyes.

Tim met her gaze without a hint of guilt, grinning as he scratched his head, feigning innocence.