**TITLE: My Heart Waited Too Long and Choosing Freedom**
**Chapter 15: Her Gown Was Nitpicked**
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Amelia was taken aback when she discovered the landlord’s social media profile was nearly devoid of content. It was a sparse collection of photographs, predominantly showcasing plants and the occasional landscape, but nothing that hinted at his personal life or interests.
She mused to herself, “People who indulge in hobbies like gardening often tend to be older, don’t they?”
Just as she was pondering this, a message notification appeared on her screen. “Have you been taking care of my plants?” it read.
With a slight smile, Amelia typed back, “Not yet. I’ll officially move in the day after tomorrow.”
There was an unsettling silence that followed. He didn’t respond, leaving Amelia with the impression that he was indeed an older gentleman who preferred solitude over social interactions.
After a brief moment of contemplation, she decided to update his contact name in her phone to “Landlord Uncle.” It felt oddly fitting, a term of endearment that suggested both familiarity and distance.
The morning sun poured through her car windows as Amelia drove toward her studio, illuminating the path ahead. Suddenly, her phone rang, breaking her concentration. It was Amanda, her voice laced with urgency and panic.
“Amelia! Something’s gone horribly wrong! We tried to settle the final payment with the fabric supplier, but their system keeps rejecting the transaction! I spoke to them, and they confirmed they haven’t received the funds. If they don’t get it today, they’ll sell the custom silk to someone else!”
Amelia’s heart plummeted like a stone. She quickly pulled over to the side of the road, her brow furrowed with concern.
Without wasting a moment, she dialed the bank manager. The response she received was cold and devoid of empathy. “Ms. Harlow, I regret to inform you that we have received orders to freeze all accounts associated with your personal and business names.”
A chill ran down her spine as Ethan’s menacing words from yesterday echoed in her mind. She hadn’t anticipated he would follow through with such a drastic measure.
In a bid to appease Hannah and Isla, he had severed every financial lifeline she had.
Just then, her phone lit up with Ethan’s name.
Taking a deep breath, Amelia answered with an unsettling calmness, “You did this?”
“Yeah,” came Ethan’s nonchalant reply, as if the consequences of his actions were trivial.
With an air of arrogance, he continued, “My offer still stands. Apologize to Isla and Hannah, or this is the price you pay.”
A sudden laugh escaped Amelia’s lips, surprising even herself.
“Ethan, dream on. I’d rather file for divorce than apologize for something I didn’t do,” she retorted, her voice steady and defiant.
“Amelia!” he barked, his fury palpable. “Going against me will bring you nothing but trouble!”

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