No Sex for Six Years Because of Her? I'm Done novel Chapter 139

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

**Chapter 139: A Wife’s Feeling**

Amelia stood there, a statue of silence, her gaze cast downward, the weight of her thoughts heavy upon her shoulders.

Fiona, observing the scene unfold before her, felt a wave of concern wash over her. Rising slowly, she approached Grae, her voice soft yet firm. “You’ve been on your feet all night long. You need to rest. Go to the guest room and let the kids sort out their own issues for a while.”

After Amelia retreated to her room, a gentle rap echoed against the door. It was Fiona, her heart aching for her daughter-in-law.

Fiona’s eyes fell upon Amelia’s slender frame, the way it seemed to shrink under the burden of unspoken emotions. It tugged at Fiona’s heartstrings, leaving her with a sense of unease.

With a quiet sigh that went unheard, Fiona crossed the threshold and stood beside Amelia for a fleeting moment, gathering her thoughts before she finally spoke, her tone tender. “Are you still upset with Ethan?”

Amelia turned to face her, the warm glow of the lamp illuminating the lines of worry etched on her face. Fiona’s features, though marked by time, still held an intelligence that was undeniable. Amelia shook her head slowly, her voice barely a whisper. “No.”

Fiona’s brow furrowed slightly. “You’re being stubborn,” she said, her hand resting gently on the back of Amelia’s. “I know you’re hurting. But Ethan… Sigh.”

With a sense of gravity, Fiona guided Amelia to the couch, settling down beside her. “Let me share something from the past that might shed some light on this situation.

“Ethan and Jack were inseparable as children. Best friends, they were. But don’t let Ethan’s current demeanor fool you; he was quite the troublemaker in his youth. There was one summer when he dared to sneak off to the river for a swim. It was a reckless decision that nearly cost him his life. His leg cramped up, and he found himself on the brink of drowning. Jack, only ten at the time, didn’t hesitate. He jumped in and pulled Ethan out with all the strength he could muster.”

Fiona paused, her eyes reflecting a mixture of nostalgia and sorrow. “Ethan never forgot how Jack saved him. So when Jack passed away too soon, leaving behind a widow and a child, Ethan was consumed by guilt. A deep, gnawing guilt.”

“He cares for Hannah and Isla not just out of loyalty; he feels he owes it to Jack. He believes that by looking after them, he’s honoring his friend’s memory and allowing Jack to rest in peace.”

Amelia listened intently, her heart heavy with the weight of Fiona’s words. She remained silent, knowing that Fiona was attempting to justify Ethan’s actions. The fear of Amelia’s heart breaking over the situation with Hannah hung in the air, an unspoken dread that the foundation of their marriage might crumble beyond repair.

Amelia yearned to reassure Fiona that she understood the complexity of the situation. She wasn’t unreasonable; she had never intended to prevent Ethan from supporting Jack’s widow.

Yet, the line between support and overreach was starkly drawn in her mind.

Fiona, seasoned by years of reading people, sensed an unsettling dissonance in Amelia’s demeanor. Her words flowed flawlessly, and her expression remained composed and polite, yet Fiona could feel something was amiss.

There was an absence of jealousy, no trace of hurt or anger.

Yet, the precise nature of what felt wrong eluded her grasp.

She stared at Amelia, scrutinizing her with a gaze that sought the truth, before finally exhaling a deep sigh.

“Ethan is a good man in many respects,” she said, brushing a stray hair away from Amelia’s cheek with a motherly tenderness. “But he’s utterly oblivious when it comes to feelings. Still, I know he cares for you deeply.”

“Do you remember a few years ago when that old warehouse caught fire? The flames were fierce, and the smoke billowed everywhere. Everyone urged him to wait for the firefighters, but the moment he learned you were trapped inside, his demeanor changed. His eyes blazed with determination. Without a second thought, he grabbed a wet cloth, covered his face, and dashed into the inferno. He carried you out himself.”

“To this day, that arm of his aches when it rains. And the scar he bears—he got that saving you. A man doesn’t risk his life for just anyone; it’s a testament to how much you mean to him.”

Amelia absorbed Fiona’s words, her heart torn between understanding and the suffocating weight of her reality.