No Sex for Six Years Because of Her? I'm Done novel Chapter 98

**TITLE: My Heart Waited Too Long and Choosing Freedom**
**Chapter 98: Two Choices**

Amelia stood in her dimly lit room, the steamer in hand, its gentle hiss filling the silence as she prepared to smooth out the small wrinkles that marred the hem of her dress.

But as the warm steam rose, enveloping her in a soft haze, her gaze fell upon her reflection in the mirror, and her hands froze mid-motion.

The gown shimmered like a cascade of stars, its fabric glistening under the soft light—a breathtaking sight, no doubt.

Beautiful. Dazzling. Yet, to her, that beauty felt more like a polished set of chains, binding her to a life she no longer wanted.

A laugh bubbled up from her chest, a sound that was both soft and bitter, tinged with a hint of absurdity.

The countdown to her divorce had dwindled to just three weeks. Soon, she and Ethan would be severing ties for good, and the Harlows—the family who had kept her tethered for so long—would no longer exert their influence over her.

She was on the brink of freedom, a tantalizing prospect that danced just out of reach.

So why, then, was she still playing the part of the obedient wife?

Why should she, at this final juncture, don a matching couple’s outfit to mask the cracks that had formed in their marriage?

Ethan’s primary concern was his reputation, not their happiness.

As long as she presented a polished image, free from any hint of embarrassment, he could maintain the illusion of their perfect partnership in public.

If that was the case, why should she force herself into a dress that made her stomach churn with discomfort?

A spark of rebellion ignited deep within her, fierce and undeniable.

With resolve, Amelia turned off the steamer, folded the starry-blue gown with care, and pushed it back into its box, burying it deep within the recesses of her closet.

Then, she opened another door and retrieved a gown that felt more like her—one that spoke to her true self.

That evening, Ethan’s car glided to a halt outside Amelia’s studio, the engine purring softly as he sat behind the wheel, tapping his fingers impatiently against the steering column while glancing at his watch, irritation etched across his features.

When Amelia finally emerged from the door, he reached for the handle, poised to step out and open it for her as was customary.

**Chapter 98: Two Choices**

Ethan’s body went rigid. His brows furrowed deeply in confusion.

She wasn’t wearing the gown he had painstakingly chosen for her.

Instead, she had opted for a blue-and-white dress that was unfamiliar to him. It retained an air of elegance and grace, yet to Ethan, it was nothing short of an eyesore.

Amelia approached the car, her movements confident as she opened the door herself, refusing to wait for his assistance.

Before she could even settle into her seat, Ethan’s voice sliced through the air, low and taut with fury. “Why didn’t you wear the one I sent you?”

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