No Sex for Six Years Because of Her? I'm Done novel Chapter 96

**TITLE: My Heart Waited Too Long and Choosing Freedom**
**Chapter 96: I Won’t Touch You**

When Amelia finally stepped through the door, Ethan sprang to his feet as if propelled by an unseen force. His strides were quick and determined, each step echoing the urgency of his emotions. His bloodshot eyes, filled with a mixture of anger and desperation, locked onto her with an intensity that made her heart race. As he closed the distance between them, he exploded with frustration. “Amelia, you finally decided to come home? Where exactly were you last night?”

His aggressive tone didn’t intimidate her; instead, it drained her, leaving her feeling weary to her very core, as if the weight of the world had settled on her shoulders.

Explain?

Why on earth should she feel compelled to explain herself? She was the one who had been wronged in this situation, yet here she stood before Ethan, feeling like a criminal awaiting her sentence.

And if she had truly wanted another man, would she have spent six long years pouring her heart out to Ethan, investing so much of herself in him?

Amelia’s expression hardened, the fire in her eyes cooling to a steely resolve. She lifted her chin defiantly, meeting his glare with unwavering strength. “Fine. Stop asking me that. I went to another man last night. Happy now?”

The words tumbled out before she could fully process them, a reckless admission that hung in the air.

In a technical sense, her statement wasn’t entirely false. She had indeed spent the night with a man, had even shared a kiss with him.

But referring to someone like Mason—a man so cold, so emotionally unavailable—as another guy made her heart skip in an odd, unsettling way. The very thought was so absurd, so out of sync with the chaos swirling in her mind, that it sent a thrill down her spine.

Ethan’s expression shifted from dark to grim, his features tightening with disbelief.

He lunged forward, grabbing her shoulders with a grip that was both desperate and painful. “What did you say? Amelia, you drugged me last night, and then you ran off to meet another man?”

A sharp jolt of pain shot through her shoulders, forcing her to inhale sharply. Yet, amid the discomfort, his twisted reasoning ignited a spark of laughter within her—an angry, incredulous laugh that escaped her lips.

“Ethan, have I lost my mind?” She pushed against his grip, attempting to free herself from his hold. “I drugged you? Really? You didn’t consider for even a moment that maybe—just maybe—the soup your mom brought you was the culprit?”

“My mom?” Ethan barked a humorless laugh, disbelief dripping from his words. “Why would she ever do something so low? Amelia, don’t try to drag everyone down to your level!”

His voice rose, fueled by a mix of indignation and frustration. “Last night was finally a chance for us to be alone. You wanted to get close to me, so you resorted to something like that. Isn’t that exactly the kind of thing you would do?”

So, this was how he viewed her. In his eyes, she was the type of woman who would resort to cheap tricks just to capture his attention.

Amelia ceased her struggle, her resolve hardening.

She raised her gaze to meet his, her eyes cold and devoid of warmth. “Okay. Let’s pretend for a moment that I did do what you’re accusing me of. Then answer me this: why would I leave? Why wouldn’t I stay in the room and let everything play out the way you’re imagining?”

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