No Sex for Six Years Because of Her? I'm Done novel Chapter 2

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

**Making Themselves at Home**

The complex history binding the Everetts and Amelia was a narrative that remained shrouded in mystery for those outside their circle. Yet, Ethan was acutely aware of the truth that lay beneath the surface. Over the past six years, Mason Everett had ventured far from home, never once reaching out to Amelia. The thought gnawed at him. “The Everetts won’t bother with her anymore,” he mused, his mind drifting to the image of her retreating figure from earlier that day. He felt a surge of irritation rising within him but quickly quelled it, adopting a cool demeanor. “Today is Isla’s birthday. Let her throw whatever tantrum she wants,” he stated with a hint of finality.

Divorce was a topic fraught with complications, especially now, with the scandal surrounding Hannah swirling like a storm cloud. If he were to file for divorce at this sensitive juncture, it would only serve to validate the rumors and tarnish Hannah’s reputation further. There was no way he could afford to take that step at such a critical moment. He understood Amelia well; her love for him ran deep, and she would not relinquish their bond without a fierce struggle.

“True. She only lived with them for three years. Would Mason really treasure her like some precious gem?” he thought, feeling a twinge of concern. “Without the Everetts, if Amelia truly goes through with the divorce, she’s the one who will bear the brunt of the consequences.”

…

Amelia found herself in a cab, the familiar route to the villa feeling more burdensome than ever. The weight of the exhausting day pressed down on her, yet she mustered the energy to call her best friend, Lily Rayne. “Lily, help me prepare divorce papers,” she said, her voice steady but laced with an undercurrent of desperation.

There was a moment of silence on the other end before Lily’s surprised voice broke through. “You want to divorce Ethan? Why? I mean, Ethan may seem cold, but he treats you decently. And with the Rowes backing you, the Harlows can’t pull anything. You’ve liked him for so many years. After everything you’ve been through together …”

“It’s not worth it,” Amelia replied softly, her heart heavy with unspoken truths. “When I married him, it was more because he saved my life.” The memories flooded back, intertwining with the reason she had initially been drawn to him—he bore a striking resemblance to someone from her past.

Her feelings for Ethan were a tangled web of complexity. Over the years, perhaps it was transference, or maybe a lingering sense of gratitude that had kept her tethered to him. That was why she had dutifully played the role of Ethan’s wife for six long years. The first time their paths crossed, there was nothing remarkable about it, just a sense of familiarity that lingered in the air. It wasn’t until he had rescued her from that fire that a flicker of something deeper began to ignite within her. But by then, she was no longer the cherished daughter of the Everetts; she had returned to the Harlows, and her heart had been forced to bury that infatuation deep within.

When Fiona suggested that Ethan marry her, it had seemed like a practical solution, a way to navigate the complexities of their lives. Yet, as time passed, those vague feelings faded, and for a myriad of reasons, she had played the fool in this arrangement for years. It wasn’t that love had shattered her heart; rather, it was the bitter taste of resentment that lingered—resentment at being manipulated.

Lily, sensing the gravity of Amelia’s resolve, pressed on. “Then why the sudden decision to divorce? You’re not one to make hasty decisions. Six years have gone by; what has changed?”

Amelia’s tone remained calm, yet there was a steely determination behind her words. “He and I haven’t had sex in six years.”

Lily was taken aback, her voice rising in disbelief. “He can’t … get it up?”

Amelia merely smiled, the corners of her mouth lifting in a way that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Something like that.” The term ‘psychological impotence’ lingered in the air, heavy with implications.

“Divorce him. You have to divorce him. I’ll bring the papers over tomorrow,” Lily insisted, her frown deepening. “Looking all handsome on the outside, but he’s got problems down there? That’s just wrong on so many levels.”

Exactly. Who would have imagined she would willingly remain in this stagnant relationship for six years? All that wasted time could have been dedicated to something far more meaningful, like charitable work, or pursuing her passions.

Before hanging up, Lily hesitated, her voice softer now. “Amelia, divorcing him won’t be that easy. Do the Everetts know about this? Should you talk to Mason …”

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