No Sex for Six Years Because of Her? I'm Done novel Chapter 84

**TITLE: My Heart Waited Too Long and Choosing Freedom**
**Chapter 84: Burn It All Down**

Grace felt the sting of rejection as the Everetts turned their backs on her. The weight of their indifference pressed down on her chest, yet she found it far too easy to redirect her frustration towards Amelia. After all, it was Amelia who had squandered their precious opportunity, and Grace was not one to let such a mistake slide.

“Amelia! I’m addressing you! Are you even listening?” Grace’s voice cut through the air, sharp and demanding, as she noticed Amelia’s distant gaze, seemingly lost in a world of her own.

Amelia jolted back to the present, the harshness of Grace’s tone snapping her out of her reverie. She quickly masked her inner turmoil with her usual serene demeanor, nodding in compliance. “I understand. If I encounter them at the charity gala, I will take care of it.”

A flicker of relief crossed Grace’s face as she lifted her cup, taking a deliberate sip, exuding an air of superiority akin to a queen surveying her domain.

The living room fell into an oppressive silence, thick with tension and unspoken words. Grace had made it abundantly clear that she intended to remain there, waiting for Ethan to return so she could confront Amelia with him as her audience, a captive listener to her tirade.

Feeling the weight of Grace’s gaze, Amelia stood up, desperate to escape the suffocating atmosphere. “I’m going upstairs to put some things away,” she offered, hoping to slip away unnoticed.

Grace waved her off with an impatient gesture, her focus already shifting back to her own thoughts.

As Amelia ascended the staircase, a plan began to form in her mind. She envisioned gathering all the extravagant clothes and jewelry that had once symbolized her life of luxury, listing them online, and selling them off. The thought of shedding those possessions filled her with a sense of liberation. She wanted nothing to do with the remnants of a life that felt increasingly foreign to her.

However, the moment she opened her bedroom door, a wave of sharp, unfamiliar perfume enveloped her, wrapping around her like a constricting vine. It was Hannah’s signature scent, a limited-edition fragrance that Amelia had always found nauseating.

Instantly, her expression darkened, and a wave of revulsion twisted in her stomach. The mere thought of Hannah occupying her space—sleeping in her bed, using her bathroom, and rifling through her clothes—was enough to make her skin crawl. It felt like a violation, an affront to everything she held dear.

Amelia hesitated at the threshold, feeling as though crossing into the room would be an act of self-betrayal. She stood frozen, unable to take a single step further.

Downstairs, Grace’s patience wore thin as she awaited Amelia’s return. When the silence stretched on, her irritation bubbled over, prompting her to storm upstairs to investigate.

As she reached the landing, her eyes fell upon Amelia, rigid and unmoving at the bedroom door, her expression stormy and dark.

“What’s the hold-up? Why are you standing there like a statue?” Grace snapped, her brow furrowing as she peered into the room.

Amelia didn’t turn around. She struggled to suppress the sick feeling in her chest and murmured, “This room… Hannah used it.”

The sickly-sweet scent of the perfume wafted into Grace’s nostrils, and her expression shifted from annoyance to realization, darkening further. Ethan and Amelia had moved into this house together after their marriage, but they had chosen to sleep in separate rooms from day one—a fact Grace was all too aware of.

For that reason alone, the main bedroom was rightfully Amelia’s, the true wife’s sanctuary.

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