No Sex for Six Years Because of Her? I'm Done novel Chapter 19

**My Heart Waited Too Long and Choosing Freedom**
**Chapter 19: A Dream About Mason**

In a soft, innocent tone, Isla piped up, “Mommy, didn’t the bad woman take all your money? How can you buy new clothes?”

Hannah, caught off guard by the question, quickly masked her unease with a brave facade. She gently stroked Isla’s hair, her heart aching. “It’s alright, sweetheart. I can go earn some money.”

Ethan stood by, feeling an overwhelming silence envelop him. His chest burned with frustration and anger, but he couldn’t unleash it on Hannah or the innocent Isla. They didn’t deserve his wrath.

Finally, he reached into his wallet, pulling out a card with a sense of finality. “Take Isla to buy clothes tomorrow. This card has no password and no limit,” he stated, his tone rigid and unyielding. “And I expect you to leave Amelia’s personal belongings alone from now on.”

Hannah’s eyes widened as she stared at the card, feigning hesitation. “How can I accept this, Ethan? I can’t just spend your money without reason.”

“Take it,” he replied coldly, his voice devoid of warmth. “This is something I owe you and Isla on Jack’s behalf.”

A fleeting shadow of pain crossed Hannah’s face, but she quickly masked it, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Alright… thank you, Ethan. I’ll change out of Ms. Harlow’s blouse later and return it to her closet.”

Without another glance in her direction, Ethan turned on his heel and walked straight to his study, leaving Hannah behind.

The moment he exited, the facade of weakness that Hannah had carefully constructed vanished. A sly smirk crept across her face as she snatched up the card, her mind racing with possibilities. She ascended the stairs, her heart racing with excitement, and pushed open the door to Amelia’s bedroom.

Instead of simply changing out of Amelia’s blouse, she strode purposefully into Amelia’s walk-in closet, her eyes gleaming with desire as she began to try on every luxurious outfit she had long coveted in silence.

Finally, she settled on Amelia’s favorite dress, slipping it on with a sense of triumph. She admired herself in the mirror, her heart swelling with delight. Then, with a mischievous glint in her eyes, she snapped a picture and sent it directly to Amelia.

Along with the photo, she typed a message dripping with taunting provocation: “I look way better in your clothes than you ever did.”

Meanwhile, Amelia was in her own world, completely unaware of the storm brewing. When she received the photo, her stomach dropped, a wave of nausea washing over her.

Then anger surged within her.

For a brief moment, she contemplated firing off a response to Ethan, demanding an explanation. Was this the helpless mother he had brought into their lives? Was this what he meant by “duty”?

But just as her finger hovered over the “send” button, the image vanished from her screen. Hannah had deleted it.

Amelia froze, her heart racing, but suddenly a wave of calm washed over her.

Hannah wasn’t foolish.

She understood that Amelia might act out of impulse; she had likely counted on it. If Amelia confronted Ethan without solid proof, she would be left empty-handed.

He wouldn’t blame Hannah; he would turn his ire toward Amelia, accusing her of overreacting, of jealousy, or of being petty because her card was frozen. He might even think she was stirring up trouble on purpose.

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