No Sex for Six Years Because of Her? I'm Done novel Chapter 50

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

**Chapter 50: Half a Month**

Amelia’s decision had been made, and Beatrice, with her typical assertiveness, was ready to act. The plan was simple yet daunting: Beatrice would take the 30 million dollars upfront, leaving the rest of the details to be sorted out later. The weight of this agreement hung heavily in the air, a tangible reminder of the stakes involved.

But could Amelia truly cut ties with the Harlows? That question lingered, suspended in uncertainty.

“Fine!” Beatrice declared, flicking her wrist dismissively as if bestowing a grand favor. “You’ve got half a month. If you can’t come up with the money by then, we’ll have a much longer discussion.”

With that, she sauntered out of the café, her heels clicking against the floor, leaving Amelia in a haze of disbelief and despair.

Amelia remained seated, her mind racing. Time slipped by as she stared at her now-cold latte, the steam long gone. Finally, she lifted the cup to her lips and took a slow, deliberate sip of the bitter liquid, letting the taste wash over her. It was a stark reminder of her situation, the bitterness echoing the turmoil in her heart.

Half a month to gather 30 million dollars.

The mere thought sent a shiver down her spine. Selling everything she owned wouldn’t even come close to covering that amount. Yet, despite the overwhelming odds, she craved her freedom more than anything else.

With a determined breath, Amelia reached for her phone and dialed Lily’s number.

“Amelia! Is that you? Are you feeling any better? Did you manage to leave the hospital?” Lily’s voice burst through the line, filled with concern that melted some of Amelia’s tension.

“I’m okay, Lily. Just… I just had a meeting with Beatrice,” Amelia replied, her voice steady but laced with the weight of her news.

“Did she bother you again?” Lily’s tone shifted, alarmed. “Is this about that dinner? Are the Harlows after you again?”

“Something like that,” Amelia said, keeping her tone even. “But I struck a deal. She wants 30 million dollars. That’s what it’ll take to free me from everything I owe the Harlows.”

Silence enveloped the call for a few agonizing seconds before Lily erupted. “What?! Thirty million dollars? Why doesn’t she just rob a bank while she’s at it?”

Amelia could practically hear Lily pacing on the other end. “Everyone knows how the Harlows treated you. They tossed you aside like yesterday’s news when their real daughter returned. Then, when they realized the Everetts adopted you and there was a chance to profit, they yanked you back into their lives like a puppet! They barely invested a dime in you, and now they have the audacity to demand thirty million dollars?”

Every word Lily spat felt like a cathartic release of all the emotions Amelia had kept bottled up inside.

Amelia closed her eyes, allowing a weary smile to creep onto her lips. “I know, Lily. I’ve been living with this reality for too long.”

A heavy sigh escaped her, sounding more drained than ever. “Even if the price is ridiculous, this has to be the last time. If money can sever these ties for good, I’ll find a way to pay it. I just… I need to come up with it in half a month.”

She needed to wrap up the Rowe Group project as quickly as possible, collect the final payment, and then take on as many new orders as she could muster.

The following day, Amelia meticulously prepared her final designs and files before heading to Rowe Group.

She took the elevator directly to the design department floor, her heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and dread.

As she pushed open the glass door, her gaze landed on Hannah, who was nestled in a cubicle, chatting and laughing with her fellow designers.

When Hannah spotted her, her smile faltered for a brief moment before she approached with a practiced cheerfulness. “Ms. Harlow, you’re here! Are you feeling better now?”

Amelia felt a tightening in her chest, an invisible weight pressing down on her. She glanced past Hannah, her eyes drifting to the workstation behind her, and replied coolly, “Why are you here?”

Just then, Peter emerged from his office, a warm smile spreading across his face upon seeing Amelia. “Ah, Amelia! I meant to inform you—this is Hannah, our new intern. From now on, you two will be coworkers.”

“Coworkers?” Amelia echoed, her voice barely above a whisper as she turned her gaze away.

In that moment, it didn’t matter. Today was about closure, about ending the chapter that had been written in pain and manipulation. She was ready to reclaim her life, no matter the cost.