No Sex for Six Years Because of Her? I'm Done novel Chapter 90

**TITLE: My Heart Waited Too Long and Choosing Freedom**
**Chapter 90: Escape In The Dark**

Ethan felt a heavy weight settle in his chest as he turned away from the quiet room where Amelia lay. The shadows danced around him, accentuating the tension that hung in the air. He lowered his voice, urgency creeping into his tone. “Is it serious? I can call the driver to get the car ready and take her to the hospital right away.”

Isla’s response was immediate, her head shaking vigorously as tears streamed down her cheeks. “No! You can’t! Grace can’t know about this. She just yelled at Mom a moment ago. If she finds out that Mom is sick, she’ll only get angrier and lash out at her again.”

The realization struck Ethan like a bolt of lightning. He pieced together the events that had unfolded after he and Amelia were sent away. His mother must have said something harsh to Hannah in that moment of tension.

“Alright, don’t cry,” he said softly, trying to soothe her. “I’ll go with you to check on her.”

Meanwhile, on the couch, Amelia was wide awake, absorbing every word exchanged between them. She slowly blinked open her eyes, her gaze fixated on Ethan as he took Isla’s hand and slipped out of the room, their movements stealthy as if they were conspiring against an unseen force.

Hannah would never allow Ethan to spend a peaceful night alone with her.

Amelia couldn’t help but think that this pitiful act of Hannah’s was a performance perfected over time.

But the moment the door clicked shut, an unsettling restlessness surged through Amelia’s body. A fiery heat coursed through her veins, and her heart raced inexplicably.

In that instant, she understood.

Grace had tampered with the soup she sent over. The dose wasn’t potent enough to knock someone out entirely, but it was enough to stir emotions in a man and woman left alone in a bedroom together.

How utterly ironic, she mused bitterly.

She and Ethan had shared six years of marriage, and Grace had never batted an eye at their separate sleeping arrangements. In fact, she seemed to prefer it that way.

But now, sensing that Hannah might have thoughts she shouldn’t, Grace resorted to the most underhanded tactic to force Amelia and Ethan into a semblance of a real couple.

Amelia’s resolve hardened.

She would not sit idly by and allow herself to be manipulated like a pawn in Grace’s game.

The heat within her intensified, yet her mind was clearer than ever.

She could not—after all that she had decided—become entangled with Ethan again. Not now. Not ever.

With determination, Amelia propelled herself off the couch.

Using the soft moonlight that crept through the curtains, she grabbed her phone and quietly unlocked the door. She slipped out into the darkness, moving like a shadow, careful not to make a sound.

On the other side of the house, Hannah lay pale and fragile on the bed, a thin sheen of sweat glistening on her forehead.

“Ethan, I’m fine,” she whispered, her voice barely above a breath. “I just stayed up late working on my sketches. I’m a bit worn out.”

But Ethan’s thoughts were elsewhere, drifting like leaves caught in a breeze.

That strange heat was rising within him again, igniting a fire that burned through his veins and left his mouth parched.

Ethan halted in the doorway, his mind blanking out in disbelief.

The fire that had been raging in his body screamed for release, but the woman who had ignited that desire had vanished.

He noticed Amelia’s car parked in the driveway.

But at that moment, it wasn’t a sign of safety; it was a warning. If she started the engine, the sound would pierce through the stillness of the house, alerting Grace.

Amelia could almost envision Grace ordering the maid to drag her back, imprisoning her in that room once more.

It was late, and this upscale neighborhood had succumbed to an eerie silence. No voices, no footsteps, not a single chance of hailing a cab.

So, she chose to walk.

With each step along the wide, empty asphalt road, she moved toward the distant glow of the city. A place where cars still roamed, where people existed, and where she could finally breathe freely again.

The heat within her rose in steady waves, not sharp enough to overwhelm her, but persistent enough to gradually erode her reason.

She was acutely aware that Grace hadn’t used a heavy dose. Her mind remained clear, her logic intact.

But one thing was certain: she had to leave.

Staying in that confined space, influenced by that drug, with the man she once loved—there was a line she could not afford to cross.