No Sex for Six Years Because of Her? I'm Done novel Chapter 97

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**TITLE: My Heart Waited Too Long and Choosing Freedom**

**Chapter 97 Ink on White**

The air was thick with tension, a palpable sense of dread that hung over Hannah like a storm cloud ready to unleash its fury. Ethan’s unexpected defense of Amelia, coupled with his meticulous plans for their matching outfits at the upcoming charity gala, sent shivers down her spine. Each detail felt like a warning bell, echoing in her mind that the carefully constructed world she had built could come crashing down at any moment, especially with Amelia’s imminent return.

Hannah’s thoughts spiraled into a dark abyss as she imagined the scene: Ethan and Amelia, side by side, dressed in elegant attire, their laughter ringing out under the bright camera lights. The sheer thought of it transformed her stomach into knots. She could almost hear the whispers of the public, the laughter that would turn her into a mere punchline. She would lose everything she had fought so hard to maintain.

No, she thought fiercely, I cannot allow that to happen.

As night enveloped the world outside, a knock at the door interrupted her spiraling thoughts. Ethan’s assistant had arrived, delivering a neatly wrapped gift box containing his formal suit. She watched as Ethan, engrossed in his work in the study, barely acknowledged the package. “Steam it and hang it up,” he instructed Lucy Potter, the older maid who had been a steadfast presence in their lives for decades.

Lucy nodded, her hands steady as she lifted the expensive box, its weight a reminder of the significance it held. However, just as she made her way toward the walk-in wardrobe, a sudden burst of energy erupted from the corner of the room. Isla, with her boundless enthusiasm, collided with Lucy’s leg.

Bam!

Caught completely off guard, Lucy stumbled, the box slipping from her grasp and crashing to the floor. The lid flew open, revealing the pristine suit within, but it was the moment that followed that would change everything.

Isla, clutching a balloon filled with thick, blue ink, lost her grip. The balloon plummeted into the open box, bursting upon impact. The ink splattered across the fabric, spreading like a dark stain of disaster, instantly ruining the suit.

Lucy’s heart sank as she stared at the damage, her face losing all color. The sound of the commotion drew Ethan from his study, his frown deepening as he surveyed the chaos unfolding before him.

Hannah, who had been perched on the edge of the living room couch, sprang into action, her instincts kicking in as she rushed to Ethan’s side.

When Ethan’s gaze fell upon the ruined suit, his expression hardened further, a storm brewing in his eyes. “What happened here?” he demanded, his voice low and icy, sending a chill through the room.

Lucy trembled, her voice barely a whisper as she attempted to explain. But before she could utter a single coherent word, Isla’s wails pierced the air, echoing her distress.