No Sex for Six Years Because of Her? I’m Done! Novel – The day Amelia Harlow returned to Eldoria, she got into a car accident. The situation wasn’t too serious, but dealing with all the paperwork was a nightmare. Amelia was exhausted from running around. She limped out of the hospital and tried calling Ethan Rowe three times.
He didn’t answer. On the fourth try, a little girl picked up. “Ethan is celebrating my birthday and bought lots of lovely presents for me and Mommy. He’s too busy to talk to you.” The voice belonged to a four or five-year-old. Sweet and childish. Amelia froze. It wasn’t until his secretary Kevin Cain’s voice came through that she snapped back to reality. “Mrs. Rowe, Mr. Rowe is at Reverie Heights celebrating Ms. Boyd’s birthday.
Would you like to come over?” Kevin’s tone was hesitant, as if he were holding something back. It took Amelia a moment to process that the “Ms. Boyd” Kevin had mentioned was Hannah Gray’s daughter, Isla Boyd. Hannah was the widow of Ethan’s best friend. Shortly after her husband’s death, she had returned to Eldoria with her daughter. Tonight was the welcome-back party Ethan had arranged for her. Amelia’s heart sank. She looked at her disheveled reflection in the car mirror and finally spoke after a long pause. “Where are they?” After hanging up, Amelia took a cab alone to the outskirts.
Reverie Heights was built halfway up the hillside. The accident had injured Amelia’s leg. Fighting through the pain, she limped up the hill. It snowed early this October. When Amelia stepped into the restaurant, Isla blew out the candles and made her wish. “I wish that me and Mommy and Ethan could be together forever! I hope Mommy can marry Ethan!” The girl’s childish voice was adorable. Amelia stopped in her tracks, staring at them.
Ethan and Hannah sat on either side of Isla. The flickering candlelight softened the usual cold, distant expression on the man’s face. At first glance, they looked like a family of three—warm and cozy. The Grays and Rowes went way back. Hannah and Ethan were childhood sweethearts. Later in high school, they became the most popular couple at school. Everyone said it was such a shame that the Grays fell on hard times, which was why Hannah eventually married Ethan’s best friend, Jack Boyd, to save her family and moved with him to Harborville.
And Amelia had simply lucked into becoming Ethan’s wife. Hannah and Ethan were supposed to be the perfect match. Hannah glanced at Ethan and said to her daughter with a smile, “Don’t talk nonsense. Ethan has a wife.” “But Ethan doesn’t like his wife,” the girl said matter-of-factly, pouting. “Besides, that woman is just a vicious witch. She’s the one who stole Ethan away.” Hannah quickly interrupted. “Isla, mind your manners!” Someone nearby laughed. “Isla has a point, Hannah. Let’s be honest, this all started with Amelia.
If she hadn’t schemed her way in with that ‘debt of gratitude’ act, Fiona Rowe would never have had the leverage to force Ethan’s hand. This is on Amelia, not Isla. “All these years, Ethan’s stayed faithful to you and never even touched Amelia. He even convinced her he was into platonic relationships and she actually believed it. How can someone like Amelia even call herself Ethan’s wife? Right, Ethan?” The restaurant buzzed with chatter. Their words felt like a slap across Amelia’s face. She stood frozen, forgetting even the pain in her leg. All these years, Ethan had never touched her.
After they got married, he said he wanted a platonic marriage. She had actually believed him. But it turned out he was just staying faithful to Hannah. Every single person around him knew full well that being Ethan’s wife had been nothing but a joke from start to finish. Ethan raised an eyebrow and was about to speak when his gaze finally landed on Amelia standing in the doorway. He frowned. “What are you doing here?” Only then did everyone notice Amelia’s presence.
She had come in a hurry, still showing signs of the car accident. Her hair was disheveled and her dress was filthy. She looked utterly pathetic. The crowd fell silent, punctuated by a few sighs. Their eyes showed nothing but disgust. One muttered, “How unlucky. Why did she have to show up?” Amelia felt a stab of pain in her chest. Ethan had booked the entire place, and everyone else there was one of his friends. Everyone looked at her with disgust, as if she were something dirty.
But she was supposed to be Ethan’s legitimate wife. In the end, it was Hannah who broke the tension with a smile. “Ms. Harlow, today is Isla’s birthday. Please, sit down and celebrate with us. Isla, cut a slice of cake for Ms. Harlow.” She and Hannah had their issues. But adult issues shouldn’t involve children. No matter how pathetic she looked, she still said, “Happy birthday.” Isla had been well-taught. Her eyes darted around, and she obediently picked up a slice of cake and walked over to Amelia. Just as Amelia was about to take the cake, Isla suddenly pulled out a cross