No Sex for Six Years Because of Her? I'm Done novel Chapter 89

**Chapter 89: A Restless Night**

Hannah’s situation took a turn for the worse; Grace was not buying into her charade for even a moment.

“Ha!” Grace scoffed, a sharp, humorless laugh escaping her lips. “At least you seem to understand your position now. Do yourself a favor and resign from the company while you still have a grasp on reality.”

Hannah felt her heart sink. The job she held was her lifeline, the only thread connecting her to Ethan without raising eyebrows or questions. If she relinquished that, what would she have left to stand against Amelia?

The realization sent a wave of panic coursing through her veins. The softness that had colored her voice moments before evaporated, replaced by a desperate edge. “Grace, please, can you grant me just a little more time? The project I’m currently leading is halfway completed. The client specifically requested me as the lead designer. They’re longstanding partners of the company. If I leave now, it could ruin everything…”

Grace studied her intently, her expression a mask of inscrutability. She weighed her words carefully, contemplating the situation.

“Alright,” she finally conceded, but her tone was firm, issuing a clear ultimatum. “Finish this project, but after that, you’re out. If you’re still interested in working, I can arrange a position for you at another company. Trust me, the pay and title won’t be any worse.”

Meanwhile, Amelia trailed behind Ethan as they ascended the stairs to the bedroom.

As soon as the door clicked shut, Ethan yanked at his tie, the frustration he had bottled up all evening finally finding a target.

He turned on her, his eyes burning with accusation. “Did you really bring my mom here on purpose?”

Amelia met his furious gaze without flinching. A flicker of amusement danced in her eyes at the absurdity of his accusation.

“Ethan, she’s your mother, not mine. You’ve known her for thirty years. Do you truly believe she would come running just because I made a simple phone call?” Her voice was steady, devoid of any hint of defensiveness, as if she were stating an undeniable fact.

She stepped forward, closing the distance between them, her smile a quiet mockery of his anger. “And if you were paying attention, you would’ve noticed that I was dragged back here at the last moment, just like you. Honestly,” she added, glancing around the room that felt increasingly stifling, “I would love nothing more than to leave this place right now.”

Ethan’s pride took a significant blow at her words, his expression darkening further.

“Amelia, this back-and-forth of yours—once is enough. If you keep this up, it begins to look cheap,” he retorted, disbelief etched across his features.

He couldn’t fathom it. How could the woman who had professed her love for him for six long years suddenly be devoid of any feelings?

They shared the same space, the same bed; how could she not want something to happen between them?

In their six years of marriage, he had seen her blush, her gaze drop shyly, and those little glances filled with hope and yearning. Yet now, when he confronted her, Amelia didn’t even spare him a glance.

“Think what you want,” she replied coolly.

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