No Sex for Six Years Because of Her? I'm Done novel Chapter 99

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**Chapter 99: Amelia Stole the Spotlight**

The atmosphere was charged, electric with anticipation, as the evening unfolded. Ethan stood amidst the crowd, his heart racing with an unexpected mix of pride and apprehension. He had never imagined that the evening would take this turn. There, before him, stood Amelia—tall, elegant, and radiating an ethereal beauty that seemed to capture the very essence of the moment. Her gown clung to her form, the soft fabric accentuating her pale skin, giving her an almost otherworldly glow under the dazzling crystal chandeliers overhead.

Her makeup was minimal—a light touch of lipstick that complemented her features—but it was her natural beauty that truly shone through. The soft illumination from the lights reflected off her skin, making her appear like a vision from a dream.

Beside her, Ethan felt a sense of calm wash over him. Amelia was not the type to shy away from attention; she stood firm and unyielding, exuding a quiet confidence that eclipsed every diamond and jewel in the lavish ballroom.

“Is that Mrs. Rowe?” a voice chimed from the crowd, curiosity lacing the tone. “Ethan sure kept her hidden. She looks incredible.”

“Absolutely! I always thought she preferred to stay out of the limelight because she wasn’t that attractive. But look at her next to Mr. Rowe—they’re a perfect pair,” another voice chimed in, filled with surprise.

“Honestly, with a wife like that, why would he even think of flirting with his childhood sweetheart? What’s he playing at?”

The murmurs floated through the air, weaving their way into Ethan’s ears like whispers from a hidden realm. A swell of pride surged within him, but he quickly tempered it with a sense of reality.

He didn’t love Amelia—not in the way one should love a partner. Yet, he couldn’t deny that she was a flawless accessory to his image. She was stunning, polite, and when they appeared together in public, she elevated his status, making him look good in the eyes of society.

However, that fleeting pride began to wane as they made their way further into the ballroom. Suddenly, a warm, familiar voice broke through the chatter. “Ethan.”

He halted mid-step, and Amelia turned her gaze toward the sound, curiosity flickering in her eyes.

Hannah approached them, her smile bright and inviting, radiating warmth that contrasted sharply with the chill creeping into the air.

And then, beside her, came Edison.

Amelia’s heart skipped as her eyes fell upon him. He was clad in a tight-fitting gown that was all too familiar. The special buttons, the soft, patterned fabric—it was unmistakable.

She recognized that gown. Just days prior, she had listed it on an online resale site. It was the very same dress that Amanda had complained about, purchased by a buyer who had nitpicked every detail.

Could it be that Edison was that very picky buyer?

She shook her head, dismissing the thought as absurd. Edison was a design director at a prestigious company; why on earth would he choose to wear a discounted secondhand gown to a high-profile gala?

Her mind raced with questions, each one more perplexing than the last. Just then, Hannah halted gracefully before them, her presence commanding attention.

“Ethan. Ms. Harlow. Good evening,” she greeted, her voice soft yet laced with an undercurrent of scrutiny as her eyes flitted between Ethan and Amelia, as if she were gauging their reactions.