No Sex for Six Years Because of Her? I'm Done novel Chapter 3

**TITLE: My Heart Waited Too Long and Choosing Freedom**
**The Old Witch**

The directness with which Amelia laid out her demands regarding the property elicited a soft chuckle from Ethan, a sound that surprised even him. A wave of relief washed over him; deep down, he realized that despite everything, she still needed him. The divorce, he mused, was merely a fleeting thought for her—she would come to her senses in no time.

“Alright then,” he said, his tone measured. “I’ll have Kevin prepare the transfer documents later today, and I’ll make sure the villa is officially in your name. Once Hannah and Isla have moved out in a little while, you can come back to claim it.”

Amelia offered him a smile, but it was a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. She had no intention of returning. The Emberfall Villa held a special significance for her; it was a gift from the Everetts, a symbol of her past. In a moment of desperation, she had mortgaged it due to the internal strife within the Rowe family, and it had ultimately fallen into Ethan’s hands.

A pang of sorrow gripped her heart. In those days, she had been willing to sacrifice everything for Ethan, even her ties to the Everetts. Yet, in the end, she had lost that gamble. Her expression turned more wistful, a haunting beauty that stirred something inside Ethan. He had always thought of Amelia as the gentle, compliant type. Perhaps she had mentioned divorce yesterday just to provoke him. After all, for Hannah’s sake, he had left Amelia alone in an empty bed for six long years.

As he brushed a stray lock of hair away from her face, Ethan felt an unexpected twinge of reluctance. The memories of his relationship with Hannah were now mere shadows of the past. What loomed larger in his mind was the image of Amelia as a grieving widow, burdened with Jack’s orphaned child.

“Amelia,” he said softly, “as long as you stay on good terms, you will always hold the title of Mrs. Rowe.”

Disgust churned in Amelia’s stomach. Did he truly see her as nothing more than a backup plan? For six years, he had remained faithful to Hannah, inviting her back into his life and allowing her to waltz in as if she belonged. And now, he had the audacity to offer her some empty promise? She recoiled at the thought of his touch.

Just then, Hannah’s voice floated in from outside the door. “Ethan, where did you put Isla’s dress?”

Ethan instinctively withdrew his hand, and Amelia froze for a moment, nearly bursting into laughter at his evident fear of Hannah’s potential misunderstanding.

Hannah pushed the door open, her smile bright as she approached them, linking her arm through Ethan’s. “Isla can’t find her dress and is throwing a tantrum. You should go check on her.”

“I’ll go take a look,” he replied, casting a glance back at Amelia.

Amelia nodded, her heart a cold stone as she watched him walk away, Hannah’s arm entwined with his. A family of three. It was painfully clear to her that her marriage with Ethan had become unbearably crowded. There had been no space for her in their lives for far too long.

…

The news of Hannah moving in with the child soon reached Lily, who had come to visit Amelia with more than just the divorce papers. She also had a bombshell to drop.

“Amelia, I heard that Mason is coming back soon,” Lily said, her eyes searching Amelia’s face for a reaction.

At the mention of Mason, Amelia felt a tremor in her heart, her expression momentarily blank. Mason. That name felt foreign to her now, as if it belonged to someone else entirely. To the Everetts, she was merely an outsider, a ghost of their past.

Her smile turned bitter. “Lily, the Everetts were always good to me.”

She recalled how her presence had caused a rift between Mason and Nora, how complicated the dynamics had become. Her existence would only bring Mason more heartache. Besides, he had never truly loved her; he had someone else in his heart. The more distance she maintained from him, the better it would be for them both.

Lily sensed the sadness that hung in the air, a sadness that outsiders could never fully grasp. Three years of affection had woven a bond between Amelia and the Everett brothers, who had cherished her as their little sister. But that had all changed when Amelia had stubbornly returned to the Harlows, leading the second Everett son to leave for abroad.

“If only you had the Everetts’ protection,” Lily said softly, “the Rowes would never have dared to treat you this way.”

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