No Sex for Six Years Because of Her? I'm Done novel Chapter 18

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

Amelia took a deep breath, the earthy aroma of damp soil and freshly cut grass enveloping her senses, and for the first time in days, the tension that had gripped her heart began to ease. She was clad in sturdy gloves, her hands working diligently alongside Amanda as they wrestled with the unruly weeds that had taken over the villa’s garden.

“Amelia, your landlord is truly incredible!” Amanda exclaimed, her voice bubbling with enthusiasm as she flung a handful of weeds into a trash bag. “He refunded your rent so quickly! Honestly, there aren’t many kind souls like him left in the world!”

Amelia felt a flicker of warmth in her chest, momentarily pushing aside the nagging doubts that had clouded her mind when she first laid eyes on the house. Back then, the reduced rent had made her suspicious, leading her to wonder if the landlord was perhaps not as benevolent as he seemed.

“There are still good people out there,” Amelia replied, her lips curving into a small, genuine smile, a hint of hope sparking in her heart.

The two young women worked swiftly, their laughter mingling with the sounds of nature around them. By midday, the garden stood transformed—once chaotic and overgrown, it now appeared neat and inviting, a blank canvas awaiting new life.

Amelia captured the moment with a quick photo and sent it to Mason, her landlord. “The weeds are gone! But now the garden looks a little empty. Should I plant something? Any specific flowers you’d like?”

She anticipated a detailed response or perhaps silence, but Mason’s reply came back almost instantly, light and casual. “You decide.”

Amelia stared at the screen, her heart swelling with gratitude. This landlord of hers was truly one of a kind.

Just as she thought the conversation had reached its conclusion, Amanda suddenly gasped, her voice ringing with excitement. “Amelia! Look at this!” She waved her phone in the air, her eyes wide with disbelief. On the screen was a bank notification. “Someone just sent me three hundred thousand dollars! The note says ‘deposit!'”

A jolt of surprise shot through Amelia, and before she could voice her astonishment, her own phone buzzed to life with a new message from Mason.

“Make a gown for me. I’m giving it to an older woman. Use the best material you have. Charge whatever you want. The deposit has been sent.”

Amelia read and re-read the message, her mind racing to comprehend the implications.

My landlord has suddenly become my customer?

Amanda was practically vibrating with excitement. “Amelia! I told you! He’s definitely some super low-key rich guy! He spends money like it’s nothing!”

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**Chapter 18: New Order**

With that unexpected deposit, coupled with the refunded rent, Amelia’s studio was finally back in the black.

No longer did she have to bow to Ethan, the weight of his presence no longer looming over her.

The following day, after sorting out the necessary arrangements, she began the process of moving everything from her old downtown studio to the villa, where the garden awaited.

Hannah had taken over the culinary duties recently, claiming it was her way of “repaying” Ethan for allowing her to stay. But today, he felt something unsettling in the air.

It was as if every trace of Amelia was being systematically erased from his life.

Soon, Hannah completed her last dish and gently instructed Isla to call Ethan for dinner. Then, without a second thought, she settled into Amelia’s usual seat at the table, as if it were her rightful place.

Ethan approached the table with a blank expression, but his gaze fell upon Hannah, and his heart sank.

She was wearing one of Amelia’s silk blouses.

His brows knitted together, and his voice turned icy. “Hannah, why are you wearing Amelia’s clothes?”

Hannah flinched, taking a small step back as if he had struck her. “I’m so sorry, Ethan! I left in such a hurry and didn’t bring many clothes. The outfit I wore earlier got dirty because of Isla. They’re still drying, so I just borrowed Ms. Harlow’s shirt for now…”

As she spoke, Ethan could see her eyes glimmering with unshed tears, and she quickly lowered her head, her voice trembling. “I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t touch Ms. Harlow’s things. I know I don’t deserve to wear her clothes.”

She exaggeratedly wiped her eyes, then cautiously asked, “How much is this blouse? If Ms. Harlow gets mad, I’ll buy it. Or I can replace it with the same one.”

Ethan’s heart ached as he listened to her words, the reality of his situation crashing down around him.