No Sex for Six Years Because of Her? I'm Done novel Chapter 605

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Chapter 605 Shattered Memories

On the carpet beside the nightstand, a pile of crystal shards glinted under the light, sharp and painful to look at.

It was a crystal music box–the one she and Mason had bought at a little stall on their last trip together.

The thing wasn’t expensive. The craftsmanship was even a little rough. But it had come from their first real trip as just the two of them. Mason had scoffed at it for being childish at the time, and had still pulled out his wallet under her bright, hopeful eyes.

That music box carried a piece of memory that belonged to no one else but them.

And now it was in pieces on the floor.

A wave of fury surged through Amelia, sweeping away her composure in an instant.

She spun around, her eyes locking onto Wilda and Phoebe in the doorway with a sharpness she had never shown before. “Mind telling me why the two of you walked into someone else’s room uninvited?”

Wilda was pushed over the edge by the tone of the question. Whatever trace of guilt had been on her face turned scarlet in an instant. “Your room?” she shot back, righteous as anything. “Don’t make me laugh. This is my grandson’s property. This entire house belongs to the Everetts. You aren’t even married into this family yet. What gives you the right to play lady of the house in here?”

Amelia let out a cold little laugh. She took a step forward and pointed down at the shards on the floor, her eyes cold as ice. “Fine. It belongs to the Everetts. So, because this place belongs to the Everetts, you don’t have to show anyone the most basic respect? You don’t have to observe the most basic manners? You get to march into someone else’s private space, and you get to smash their things on a whim?

“Is this the Everett family upbringing you’re so proud of?”

Wilda had lived a long life and seen many things, but this was the first time a junior she looked down on had contradicted her so sharply.

Her cheeks turned red, then shifted to a bruised blue from rage; her chest heaved violently. She was clearly furious.

But the truth was, she knew she didn’t have a leg to stand on.

She wouldn’t admit it out loud, but she knew perfectly well that walking into someone else’s room uninvited was a breach of manners,

Just 15 minutes before Amelia had come home, Wilda had been out on her after–dinner stroll when she realized she’d lost sight of Phoebe, who had been hovering at her elbow all evening.

Then she had found her–on the second–floor hallway, behind the half–open door of Amelia’s room, sneaking around inside by herself.

Wilda had come from a prominent family herself, and she cared deeply about propriety. Her face had darkened on the spot. What Phoebe was doing was, by any standard, indefensible.

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Chapter 605 Shattered Memories

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She had pushed the door open, ready to scold her–only to find Phoebe standing there cradling the little crystal music box, her eyes full of some complicated, unspoken emotion.

“What are you doing in here?” Wilda had demanded coldly.

Phoebe had jumped at the sudden voice, her whole body flinching. Her hand slipped, and the bright, delicate music box tumbled free.

It hit the carpet with a sharp crack and shattered into pieces.

And just at that moment, the sound of the front door opening drifted up from the entryway. Amelia was home.

The whole chain of events replayed itself in Wilda’s mind in an instant.

Yes. They were the ones in the wrong.

But lowering her head and admitting it in front of Amelia–absolutely not. Not in this lifetime.

And besides, Phoebe was her guest. If something had gone sideways, she was going to shoulder it.

So every trace of guilt and fault hardened, under Amelia’s cold questioning, into something even sharper and more indignant.

“Hmph. It’s hardly some priceless treasure. Is it really worth this much of a fuss?” Wilda said stiffly, as if she were being generous. “Name a price. Whatever it costs, I’ll pay you ten times over.”

Amelia smiled. The smile didn’t reach her eyes. It only made her look colder.

“Pay for it?” She repeated the words softly. “You think every single thing in this world can be measured in money?”

She took another step forward, her gaze drifting past Wilda as if she were looking at something far more important. “That music box–I bought it on a trip with Mason. It isn’t worth much. But what it means to me is something else entirely. Money can buy me an identical box, sure. What about the memories it held? Can you pay me back for those?”

Before Wilda could cut in, Amelia’s expression sharpened, her words aimed straight at the older woman. “Or would you rather I go and smash the wedding portrait of you and the late Mr. Everett, and then pay you back ten times–no, a hundred times? Would you accept that gladly?”

Wilda felt her chest seize. Her breath caught for half a second.

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