No Sex for Six Years Because of Her? I'm Done novel Chapter 134

**Chapter 134: A Truth Too Heavy to Hold Alone**

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As Amelia stood there, the hand that encircled her waist tightened with a firm grip—an embrace that was not painful but carried an unmistakable message of warning and retribution. The pressure sent a shiver coursing through her body, igniting a tumult of emotions within her.

Mason leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear, reckless and tantalizing. “Why don’t you test me? See if I dare,” he whispered, his voice low and dangerous.

The man standing before her seemed like a stranger, someone wrapped in an aura of danger that sent her heart racing.

He was no longer the protective figure who used to shield her from the muck of the world, the quiet guardian who had once treated her like a younger sister. No, this was a different Mason—one who felt like a predator, fully aware of her vulnerabilities, relishing the power he wielded over her.

His body was a solid barrier, a fortress that held her captive with an unyielding strength.

One arm was like a vise around her, while his other hand rested casually on the cold, metallic handle of the wardrobe door, his posture unmistakable. “Tell me, or I will open it,” he stated, his tone leaving no room for doubt.

He meant it.

The realization struck Amelia like a cold wave, extinguishing the last flicker of hope that had been holding on within her.

Deep down, she understood that with Mason’s towering status and influence, even if he were to expose the compromising situation between them to the entire Rowe household, he would face no significant repercussions.

At worst, it would merely become a topic of scandalous gossip, something people would whisper about for a week before they moved on to the next juicy tidbit.

But for her?

Her reputation would be shattered beyond repair. She would be the subject of ridicule, the target of scorn from high society.

She would become the Rowe wife who couldn’t remain faithful, even before her marriage had officially ended.

In the tense silence that enveloped them, the maids outside continued their chatter, blissfully unaware of the storm brewing within the wardrobe.

“Speaking of which, Ms. Gray truly is the better option—gorgeous, from a good family, and always treats us with kindness. She even brings us little gifts and sometimes lets us leave early. Compared to her, Amelia is just… well, worlds apart,” one maid remarked, her voice dripping with disdain.

“Exactly! She really ought to reflect on who she is. Back at the Harlows, she was merely a fake heiress, stepping into the shoes of the real Ms. Harlow for over a decade. I don’t understand why she acts so high-and-mighty,” another chimed in.

“Right? I just hope she hurries up and divorces Mr. Rowe so Ms. Gray can take her place as Mrs. Rowe. That would be a perfect match—beauty and status—they’re entirely meant for one another!”

The second maid let out a sharp, derisive laugh.

“As if she’d ever let that happen. You know how many years she spent chasing after Mr. Rowe like a lovesick puppy? Even when he ignored her and refused to share a room after their wedding, she still clings to that Mrs. Rowe title as if her life depended on it.”

The first maid snorted, her voice laced with malice. “True. If they really got divorced, how would she continue living this cushy, silver-platter lifestyle? Even if she remarried, the guy she’d end up with probably wouldn’t even come close to a single hair on Mr. Rowe’s head!”

The arm that had encircled her tightened instinctively, his jawline hardening in shock. When he finally spoke, his voice was laced with disbelief. “What do you mean?”

“Exactly what it sounds like,” Amelia replied, her voice remaining soft, yet it carried a quiet finality, like dust settling after a long, tumultuous storm. “A while back, I slipped the divorce papers into a stack of documents he needed to sign. He signed them. The agreement has already been submitted. In 20 days, once the waiting period is over, Ethan and I… we will have absolutely nothing to do with each other.”

This was the secret she had kept hidden from everyone, like a solitary figure walking along the edge of a cliff, fear gripping her with every step she took.

And now, she was confiding in the one man she absolutely shouldn’t have.

“But Ethan… he still doesn’t know. If he finds out, the way the Rowes operate, they will do everything in their power to stop the divorce just to save face,” she whispered, her fingers unconsciously gripping the fabric at the back of Mason’s neck.

“So… could you help me keep it secret?”

The wardrobe fell into a heavy, oppressive silence.

Outside, the maids seemed to have wrapped up their conversation. Their footsteps faded away, and eventually, the soft click of the door signaled their departure. The bedroom returned to an eerie quiet.

But inside the cramped wardrobe, the air thickened, charged with tension, more volatile than before.

Mason held her there, unmoving, saying nothing.