No Sex for Six Years Because of Her? I'm Done novel Chapter 294

No Sex for Six Years Because of Her? Im Done!

Chapter 294 To Celebrate

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“So… does that mean… I can do it in three days?”

He actually remembered!

Amelia’s mind raced, searching frantically for something to say, but no words came.

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She could only pretend not to understand. “The wind it was too loud, I didn’t catch that…”

Without waiting for Mason to react, she bolted out of his room, not looking back.

The room was left with Mason alone.

He leaned back, recalling the look on her face, and a quiet, satisfied chuckle escaped his chest.

Run?

It didn’t matter.

There were only three days left anyway.

The next day, since Hayden had no school that weekend, Mason arranged for Amelia to take the boy to stay at Kaia’s house out by the outskirts for a couple of days, just to avoid drawing

attention.

Mason stayed in the city, handling the pile of work that had accumulated, while also keeping a watchful eye just in case Ethan made any moves.

The countryside air was fresh.

With Hayden, their little sun, around, Amelia’s nerves relaxed more than she expected.

She chased butterflies with him in the yard and listened to Kaia’s stories about neighborhood gossip. For a few precious moments, the storm stirred up by the photos seemed to fade.

Amelia hadn’t expected it.

The final countdown to the divorce agreement’s enforcement–those last three days—passed in this almost eerily peaceful way.

By the third evening, when Mason sent a car to bring Amelia and Hayden back to the city, she realized belatedly that Ethan hadn’t made a single move.

Not one attempt to contact her.

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This was completely unlike Ethan.

She knew him too well to believe he would let things drop so easily.

The calm before the storm felt strange.

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Yet, she instinctively assumed Mason had done something behind the scenes to completely suppress the chaos.

That night, Mason personally brought a tired Hayden back.

Alone in the overly spacious estate, Amelia showered, assuming Mason would stay out there tonight.

The bedroom was massive, lit only by a dim bedside lamp. She hugged the soft blanket and lay down, eyes fixed on the wall clock, unable to sleep.

The minute hand ticked slowly toward its destination.

Her six years of a stifling, miserable marriage, her pitiful yet laughable youth–they would finally, completely end in these last few minutes.

When the clock finally struck twelve, Amelia let out a long, deep breath.

A weight she hadn’t realized she’d carried so long, pressing down on her soul, seemed to collapse in an instant.

From this moment on, she was no longer Ethan’s wife. No longer the woman who had to watch her mother–in–law’s expression, endure coldness, and silence.

She was just Amelia.

A free, brand–new Amelia, belonging only to herself.

The thought made her lips curl into an uncontrollable smile, her eyes sparkling with unburdened joy.

Strangely, the memory that flickered in her mind wasn’t of her long, painful marriage with Ethan.

It was Mason’s face–handsome, sharp, carrying that calm yet commanding aura.

It was his deep, night–like eyes, so serious in the dim, ambiguous evening, asking,

“So… does that mean

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I can do it in three days?”

Amelia pulled the blanket up, covering her flushed face, leaving only her bright, wide eyes

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visible.

Her heart pounded uncontrollably.

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The sense of freedom she had felt just moments ago was now mixed with an unnameable anticipation for the future.

Just as her thoughts began to wander…

Knock, knock!

Two soft, deliberate knocks came at the door.

The sound was sharp in the quiet night, startling Amelia.

Before she could speak, Mason’s familiar, calm voice came from outside, “It’s me. Open the door.”

Her heart skipped.

Mason had actually come back!

Flustered, she scrambled out of bed, grabbed a shawl to wrap over her nightdress, her chest tightening with a mix of nervousness and excitement.

She twisted the doorknob.

Outside, the hallway light outlined his tall, straight figure.

Mason stood there in simple loungewear, carrying a hint of the cool night air outside–clean, fresh, and effortless.

His deep eyes were fixed on her.

Amelia’s heart raced. She didn’t know what to say.

But the moment she appeared, Mason seemed to perform a trick. From behind him, he produced a large bouquet of lush, vibrant flowers and held it toward her.

Champagne roses, carefully arranged, layered, and elegant without being showy,

Amelia froze, instinctively taking the flowers, dumbfounded. “W–why… Why are you giving me flowers?”

Mason’s lips curved faintly as he said calmly, decisively, “To celebrate.”

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