No Sex for Six Years Because of Her? I'm Done novel Chapter 21

**My Heart Waited Too Long and Choosing Freedom 21**

**Chapter 21: One and a Half Million**

**Finished**

In a moment of sheer defiance, Hannah yanked the credit card from her purse, brandishing it like a trophy. Her voice rose above the ambient chatter of the boutique, sharp and commanding. “I want every single one of these new arrivals! Don’t even bother letting her try anything on. I’m buying them all!”

With that proclamation, she raised her voice yet again, ensuring her words echoed throughout the entire floor. “I may not be Ethan’s wife, but I can still use Ethan’s card!”

The atmosphere shifted abruptly, plunging the lounge into an uneasy silence. Several nearby shoppers, women adorned in the latest fashions, halted their activities, their attention drawn to Hannah’s bold declaration.

Amelia, standing a few feet away, scrutinized Hannah’s expression of pride. Suddenly, her eyes widened, as if a light bulb had flickered to life in her mind. “Oh! So you’re basically the homewrecker, right?”

The wealthy women surrounding them perked up instantly, their interest piqued. Gossip was the lifeblood of their social circles, and they were eager to savor this juicy morsel. They drifted closer, eyes sparkling with anticipation, ready to witness the unfolding drama.

Hannah, caught off guard by Amelia’s words, felt the heat rush to her cheeks. “You … don’t say it like that!” she stammered, suddenly aware of how her words could be interpreted.

Isla, sensing her mother’s discomfort, sprang to her defense with a voice that was both sharp and loud, cutting through the tense silence of the boutique. “No, she isn’t! Ethan doesn’t even like you! You’re the homewrecker!”

The truth slipped from Isla’s lips, unfiltered and raw, exposing the very secrets Hannah had desperately tried to conceal.

Amelia nodded slowly, a knowing smile playing on her lips. Her tone was calm yet laced with a hint of playfulness. “Oh, I see. So now ‘homewrecker’ has a new name. People call it ‘true love’ these days. Times really have changed.”

Turning her attention back to the sales associate, Amelia added with feigned politeness, “Since this lady is so affluent, please ensure you sell all the new arrivals to her.”

Her voice was unhurried, almost teasing. “But first, she should prove it. You should swipe the card before packing everything up.”

The sales associate, quick on her feet, understood the unspoken challenge. With a professional smile, she turned to Hannah. “Madam, since you’ve expressed a desire to purchase everything, let’s proceed to the VIP lounge to finalize your payment. There are a total of 123 pieces, and the grand total comes to approximately 1.5 million dollars.”

Hannah’s complexion drained of color, her heart racing at the staggering figure.

One and a half million?

She had only intended to boast, to elevate her status, never imagining the price tag would be so astronomical.

Yet, the eyes of the onlookers were upon her, including Amelia, who was relishing the spectacle of Hannah’s impending embarrassment.

“L-Let’s… go,” Hannah managed to stutter, her palms slick with sweat as anxiety clawed at her insides.

The sales associate, sensing Hannah’s hesitation, quickly guided her and Isla toward the VIP room. “This way, please.”

Amelia remained where she was, a smirk on her face as she watched Hannah struggle to maintain her façade. A soft, cold laugh escaped her lips as she turned to exit the boutique, her satisfaction evident.

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