No Sex for Six Years Because of Her? I'm Done novel Chapter 16

**TITLE: My Heart Waited Too Long and Choosing Freedom**
**Chapter 16: Ethan Isn’t Her Only Way Out**

Isabel had always been a loyal client of Amelia’s, frequently ordering gowns that made her feel elegant and confident. Each piece had been a testament to Amelia’s skill, and Isabel had always left with a smile, her heart light with satisfaction. Yet today, the moment Emma’s derisive comment slipped into the air, that smile faded like a sunset swallowed by night. Isabel’s brows knitted together, a shadow of displeasure crossing her features as she processed the unexpected jab.

Amelia, standing nearby, caught sight of Emma’s self-satisfied smirk and felt a pang of concern. It was clear that Emma relished in belittling Isabel, and Amelia understood the dynamics at play. She stepped forward, her voice soft yet firm, hoping to ease the tension. “Ms. Dalman, please don’t misunderstand. The loose thread is intentional. It’s a standard practice in high-end custom work. It allows for future adjustments if needed, and it protects the integrity of the fabric, ensuring the gown remains flawless.”

Amelia spoke with conviction, believing in the care that went into her craft. It was a subtle yet important detail that reflected the dedication of her studio. However, Emma was not one to let go of an opportunity to undermine Amelia’s work.

With a scoff, Emma replied, “Anyone can fabricate excuses. This is just careless work. I already warned you not to order from some obscure studio that no one has heard of. The quality is inconsistent, and yet you still pay so much for it. With your status, you could easily afford pieces from renowned luxury brands that are just waiting for your patronage.”

“I simply prefer this style,” Isabel retorted, her voice now tinged with a chill that mirrored the growing tension in the room.

As the moment of payment approached, Amelia took a deep breath, her heart racing slightly. “Ms. Dalman, I regret to inform you that we are experiencing an issue with our studio account. Would it be possible for you to make the payment in cash, or should I provide you with a different account number for the transfer?”

Isabel hesitated, ready to agree, but Emma leaned in closer, whispering something that Amelia couldn’t hear. The shift in Isabel’s demeanor was palpable, and Amelia felt a knot of anxiety tighten in her stomach.

“Alright,” Isabel finally said, her tone clipped. “Send me the new account details, and I’ll handle the transfer.”

Amelia sensed something was amiss, but she complied, sending Amanda’s bank details regardless.

However, only half an hour had passed since she left the Dalman Residence when her phone buzzed insistently. A bank alert flashed on her screen, and her heart sank as she read the message: the payment had gone into her old account—the one that had been frozen.

Moments later, Isabel’s message appeared, its polite tone laced with an unmistakable chill. “Ms. Harlow, I’m truly sorry. My friend mentioned that her style has changed recently, so I won’t be needing the gown we discussed. Perhaps next time.”

A wave of disbelief washed over Amelia, draining the color from her face.

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