No Sex for Six Years Because of Her? I'm Done novel Chapter 6

**TITLE: My Heart Waited Too Long and Choosing Freedom**
**Chapter 6: The Man Upstairs**

The moment Amelia crumpled to the ground, the stark contrast of her ghostly complexion sent a chill through the air. Her lips, devoid of any color, made her appear utterly fragile, as if a mere gust of wind could shatter her.

Mason stood frozen, grappling with the sight before him. The face he had conjured in his mind countless times was now a reality, and it twisted his lips into an almost bitter smirk of self-derision.

Despite his relentless attempts to remain detached, the instinct to protect her surged through him like a wildfire. The thought that this might all be a mere illusion didn’t quell the urgency in his veins. After all, she was no innocent damsel, either.

“Mr. Everett, should we take Ms. Harlow to the hospital immediately?” the assistant inquired, his voice tinged with caution.

Mason’s lips pressed into a thin, unyielding line. The silence stretched on, heavy with unspoken words, until he finally removed his scarf with a resigned sigh. “Have someone take her to the Harlow Estate,” he instructed flatly, his tone leaving no room for argument.

When Amelia finally regained consciousness, she found herself sprawled on a cold, damp floor of a storage room, hidden away in a forgotten corner.

A gray cashmere scarf hung loosely around her neck, its warm, woody scent offering a strange sense of comfort amid the disarray.

As she attempted to piece together the events that led her here, her ears were assaulted by a cacophony of sharp, mocking voices that sliced through the stillness.

“Such bad luck. Grandpa’s birthday should be a joyous occasion, but she had to collapse and ruin it all. She must have done it on purpose just to spoil everyone’s mood.”

“Who even brought her back?”

A derisive laugh echoed in the air. “What, you think some knight in shining armor came to her rescue? Someone probably just stumbled upon her lying there like a stray dog and didn’t want her to freeze to death outside.”

“Keep it down. She might hear you. After all, her husband is still the Rowe heir.”

The voices grew louder, more venomous.

“So what? Ethan and that widow with her kid are the only ones anyone cares about. He didn’t even bother showing up for Grandpa’s birthday. Who knows when he’ll toss her aside?”

With a determined resolve, Amelia rose to her feet, carefully folding the scarf and tucking it into her bag.

She refused to let their vicious words penetrate her armor, allowing only a cold, sardonic smile to flicker across her lips.

Ever since her return to the Harlows, she had grown accustomed to their biting remarks and disdainful sneers.

Ethan was no longer the pillar of support she once believed him to be.

It was time for her to confront the world alone.

As Amelia stepped out, the gossiping voices softened, but one sneering remark still slipped through the cracks. “She’s utterly useless. An imposter—low-class and fake. Married into wealth but can’t even keep her man.”

Amelia shot a cold, emotionless glance in the speaker’s direction, her heart steady despite the sting of the words.

Straightening her disheveled dress, she walked with purpose toward the main banquet hall.

Approaching David, who sat at the head of the table, she presented the carefully wrapped gift she had prepared. “Grandpa, I wish you good health and longevity.”

David had been laughing and chatting with other guests, but when he spotted Amelia, he offered her a nod that was meant to be kind, though it felt more like a formality. “How thoughtful of you,” he remarked, though his gaze flitted around the room, searching for Ethan.

“Where is Ethan? Why didn’t he come with you?”

A chill still clung to Amelia’s body from the earlier encounter. She replied with a calmness that belied her turmoil, “Something urgent came up at work. He couldn’t get away.”

“Ah, young people these days, always prioritizing their careers,” David said dismissively, his smile fading into a look of mild reproach. “As his wife, it’s your duty to ensure family harmony is upheld above all else.”

Amelia felt the weight of his words settle heavily on her shoulders, and she lowered her gaze. “Yes, you’re right, Grandpa.”

This was the only value she had left in the Harlow family—a mere pawn in their game.

As long as Ethan continued to bring them substantial benefits, they would expect her to play the role of the perfect wife, no matter how many mistresses he entertained.

Fortunately, today’s celebration was attended by many important guests, leaving David little time to dwell on her presence.

Amelia turned to survey the banquet hall, noting the various expressions that danced across the faces of the attendees. A strange familiarity lingered in the air, as if she were searching for something—or someone—among the crowd.

Just then, Beatrice approached slowly, accompanied by Clara Harlow.

Clara, adorned in an elegant purple dress and glistening with expensive jewelry, wore a scowl that marred her otherwise polished appearance.

Beatrice, in a soft pink gown that exuded gentleness, held Clara’s arm as they made their way toward Amelia.

“Mom,” Amelia greeted, her tone respectful, though her heart raced with apprehension.

Without so much as a glance, Clara launched into an onslaught of accusations. “Amelia, where is Ethan?”

“Something urgent came up at work…” Amelia began, but Clara’s sharp voice cut her off.

“What could possibly be more important than your grandfather’s birthday?” Clara’s tone dripped with disdain. “It’s all because of your uselessness! Go find a corner to hide in. You’re embarrassing the Harlows.”

A few nearby guests turned to witness the spectacle, their eyes wide with intrigue.

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