No Sex for Six Years Because of Her? I'm Done novel Chapter 12

**TITLE: My Heart Waited Too Long and Choosing Freedom**
**Chapter 12: Framed**

This villa was none other than Ethan’s.

Amelia felt a chill seep into her heart, a coldness that wrapped around her like a thick fog.

Every event that had unfolded was merely a reflection of Ethan’s so-called “kindness” and his unwanted manipulations.

She couldn’t shake the feeling that if she truly chose to make this place her home, every single action she took would be scrutinized by the Rowe family.

No matter how successful her studio became or how much wealth she amassed, they would always attribute it to Ethan, as if her achievements were mere shadows of his influence—nothing that she could claim as her own.

As these thoughts swirled in her mind, the peculiar request about plant care at Maplewood Estate and the unbelievable discount she had received began to make more sense, revealing the strings attached to Ethan’s generosity.

With a calm exterior, Amelia raised her gaze to meet Caroline’s eyes.

“I had no idea this villa was Ethan’s,” she stated, her voice devoid of emotion.

Ignoring Caroline’s piercing stare, she turned to the agent with a sense of finality. “Let’s not waste any more time here. We should move on to the next option.”

Meanwhile, Ethan was not oblivious to Amelia’s rejection. He learned that she hadn’t even crossed the threshold of his villa before dismissing it outright.

His expression darkened, a storm brewing within him. Rage simmered beneath the surface.

Amelia was resolute in her anger toward him. Was she intentionally trying to humiliate him?

How could she be so ungrateful? How could she be so unreasonable?

As the days slipped by, the tension between them escalated into a full-blown cold war.

Amelia immersed herself in the preparations for her new studio, working tirelessly, her mind occupied with plans and designs.

One afternoon, Amanda reminded her, “You need your personal seal for the business registration update.”

It dawned on Amelia that she had left it in her bedroom back at the villa. With a sigh, she hopped into her car and drove back, her mind racing with thoughts of what awaited her.

Upon arriving, she found the villa empty of Ethan. In the living room, Hannah and Isla were engrossed in a cartoon, the coffee table laden with snacks and fruit, a picture of domesticity.

As the door creaked open, Hannah turned, her eyes lighting up with an overly enthusiastic warmth. “Hello, Ms. Harlow,” she greeted, her tone dripping with a false sense of hospitality, as if Amelia were merely a visitor and not someone who once shared a home there.

Amelia chose to overlook the provocation, stepping past her and heading upstairs. She quickly retrieved the seal from her desk drawer, slipping it into her bag, eager to escape.

Just as she reached the staircase, Hannah emerged from the kitchen, a glass of vibrant orange juice in hand.

In a frantic rush, Hannah burst from the kitchen, shoving Amelia aside with a force that sent her stumbling.

“Isla! What’s wrong?”

Caught off guard, Amelia felt the corner of the coffee table jab sharply into her lower back, pain radiating through her, but she brushed it aside, her focus solely on Isla, whose lips were turning an alarming shade of purple.

Without hesitation, she grabbed her phone and dialed for an ambulance, her heart pounding wildly in her chest.

The paramedics arrived swiftly, whisking Isla away to the hospital, their professionalism a stark contrast to the chaos that had just unfolded.

Ethan arrived shortly after, his face etched with worry as he rushed to the emergency room doors. He turned to Hannah, who was visibly shaken, tears streaming down her cheeks. “What happened? What’s wrong with Isla?” he demanded, his voice a mixture of fear and authority.

Hannah could only shake her head repeatedly, her sobs echoing in the sterile hallway.

Time seemed to stretch endlessly as they waited, the atmosphere thick with anxiety, until finally, the emergency room doors swung open.

The doctor emerged, his expression grave. “The child experienced a severe allergic reaction that triggered acute asthma. Fortunately, you acted quickly. If you had waited just a few minutes longer, her throat could have started swelling, and she might have suffocated.”

He directed a sharp gaze toward Hannah. “You are the caregiver. How are you attending to this child? You know she has a serious allergy history. Why did you allow her to come into contact with an allergen?”

Amelia stood nearby, one hand pressed against the wall for support, her lower back still throbbing with pain. The doctor’s words struck her like a thunderbolt, and a wave of dread surged within her.