No Sex for Six Years Because of Her? I'm Done novel Chapter 44

**TITLE: My Heart Waited Too Long and Choosing Freedom**
**Chapter 44: A Full Payoff**

Amelia sat in the sterile confines of the hospital room, a sense of despair wrapping around her like a heavy blanket. She understood all too well that the hotel staff would never dare to intervene on her behalf, not when the Harlows’ wrath loomed so ominously over them. The thought of escape seemed as distant as the stars, twinkling far beyond her reach.

In a moment like this, her mind raced back to Ethan. He was the only person she could imagine who might have the courage to whisk her away from Beatrice and those predatory wolves that surrounded her. Could he have been the one to orchestrate a cover-up, to ensure that the entire hospital staff would protect her identity? But then, her heart sank. Had he really walked away, closing the door behind him, only to hesitate and return, feeling a flicker of guilt or unease?

That notion flitted through her mind, but she quickly squashed it down. She could still recall the chilling tone of Ethan’s last message, the way he had belittled her in her moment of desperation. How could a man who had humiliated her so ruthlessly ever be her savior? No, he would stand by, arms crossed, waiting for her to crawl back to him, broken and battered.

As her thoughts wandered, Amelia felt a familiar ache in her chest. The image of Ethan loomed large in her mind, a constant reminder of what had once been. He always wore that cynical smile, one that suggested he found amusement in the chaos around him. Yet, there was a steadiness in his gaze, a calm that had always been reassuring, like a lighthouse guiding her through a storm.

She remembered how he would appear just when she needed him most, stepping in front of her, shielding her from the harsh world. “She’s mine. You dare touch her?” he would declare, his voice a protective barrier against the cruelty of others. But that was a memory from six long years ago, a time that felt like a different lifetime altogether.

Tears welled up in Amelia’s eyes, stinging like tiny needles as she fought to hold them back. She squeezed her eyes shut, desperate to erase that image from her mind. But no matter how hard she tried, those memories, buried deep within her, surged forth like a tidal wave, overwhelming her with their force.

Years had passed, yet the grip of those memories remained unyielding. Sitting alone in the oppressive silence of the hospital room, Amelia finally began to find some semblance of calm. With a trembling hand, she reached for her phone, her fingers hovering over the screen until she finally found Lily’s number.

“What’s up? Calling so late?” Lily’s voice came through, laced with surprise and concern.

“Lily…” Amelia’s voice cracked, still hoarse from the ordeal. “I’m in the hospital. Can you bring me some clean clothes?”

“What?! The hospital? I’ll be there in a flash!” Lily’s response was immediate, filled with urgency.

“Then find a way to break free!” Lily insisted, her voice firm and resolute. “Amelia, listen to me. This kind of endurance won’t last. Beatrice and the others won’t stop just because you back down—they’ll only become more vicious. If they keep talking about debts, let’s put a price on that debt!”

“Huh?” Amelia looked up, confusion clouding her features.

Lily leaned in, her eyes locking onto Amelia’s with an intensity that demanded her full attention. “Find a chance to ask the Harlows how much money it would take for them to sever ties with you for good. Consider it a full payoff for those twenty years they claim they raised you. We’ll sell everything we own—even if it means going into debt. We’ll scrape together every last dollar and throw it right back at them. After that, you’ll be done with the Harlows—completely done. No more parasites draining you dry and ruining your future.”

The clarity of Lily’s words pierced through Amelia’s fog of despair. That’s right. She had already done something that had once felt insurmountable—she had divorced Ethan. So why continue to live in fear, shackled by the Harlows’ endless exploitation and manipulation? Beatrice’s cruel scheme had been a wake-up call, a loud alarm signaling that this cycle of torment would only repeat itself.

Once had been bad enough; there would be a second, a third. As long as she remained tied to the Harlows as their adopted daughter, she would always be at Beatrice’s mercy, an easy target with no means to fight back.