No Sex for Six Years Because of Her? I'm Done novel Chapter 32

**Chapter 32: Left Behind**

Amelia shook her head vehemently, her resolve hardening like steel. In that moment, all she craved was the solace of her work; it was the only thing that could soothe the tempest raging within her.

“Forget it,” she declared with a hint of finality. “I need to return to my studio and finish those old orders.”

Lily, her friend and confidante, gazed at her with a mixture of concern and frustration. She let out a heavy sigh, her brow furrowing as she adopted a distressed expression. “Amelia, seriously! You’re not just a punching bag for a wealthy family; you’re also a relentless workhorse for your own studio. I’m genuinely worried about you!”

Their conversation continued in a hushed corner, where Lily’s voice was laced with anger as she plotted revenge, while Amelia remained quiet, absorbing her friend’s fervor without contributing much.

Suddenly, Ethan’s voice pierced through the ambient noise, cutting into her thoughts like a knife. He had realized she had been away for too long and was now calling her.

Amelia answered the phone, and Ethan’s annoyed tone rang through immediately, as if he were interrogating her. “Where are you? How much longer are you going to be out there?”

A wave of unease washed over her, causing her heart to plummet. She forced her voice to remain steady and cold as she replied, “I ran into a friend. We’re just catching up.”

Before she could even process her words, Isla’s innocent voice chimed in from the other end of the line. “Mommy, is that man with the camera taking pictures of us?”

Ethan’s voice shot up in fury, the anger palpable even through the phone. “Amelia, get back here now!”

He hung up before she could utter a word, leaving her standing there, phone in hand, the weight of his command heavy in the air. The night breeze swept around her, chilling her to the bone.

The paparazzi had found them, and Ethan had panicked. He needed his legal wife by his side—his perfect human shield against the chaos that surrounded them.

She turned to Lily, offering a helpless smile that barely masked her turmoil. “Looks like I have to go. Rain check?”

As Amelia pushed open the heavy door to the private room, she expected to see Ethan’s worried face or perhaps a facade of concern. Instead, she was met with an empty, disheveled space, devoid of life.

The princess-themed cake sat forlornly on the table, its pristine surface marred by a single cut, the rest untouched, as if the celebration had been abruptly halted.

Ethan, Hannah, and Isla had vanished.

The bouquet of bluebells he had gifted her lay discarded on the cold floor, trampled and forgotten. The delicate petals were crushed, losing their beauty, while the stem bore the marks of two footprints—one large, one small.

Her phone buzzed again, illuminating the dark room with a message from Ethan.

“Something urgent came up. We left first. Just take a taxi back yourself.”

In a moment of crisis, he hadn’t hesitated. He had chosen to flee with Hannah and Isla, leaving Amelia behind like an afterthought.

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