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CATHY. The room was pure chaos—and I loved it.Phones were buzzing, faces were turning pale, voices were rising. That scandalous footage of Luther stumbling toward me, looking like the predator I painted him to be, was plastered on every screen. Headlines were already flooding the media outlets I fed."CEO Luther accused of sexual assault at prestigious company launch""Breaking: Launch ruined by disturbing leaked footage..."Perfect. Absolutely perfect.The hall was like a hive of confusion and disgrace. Luther’s name was already halfway buried.But that wasn’t even the masterpiece.No, my real target was Joanna. And this news was just a distraction. It wasn't even effective enough because once investigations are carried out they would figure out something is off. Let the world choke on Luther’s scandal. Let his empire crumble. But Joanna... Joanna was going to burn. Literally.I gave a subtle nod to Mike, one of the men I’d hired weeks ago. Our signal. He slipped out of the crowd
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JOANNA I kept checking my phone.It had been almost thirty minutes since Luther left with Cathy, and I was beginning to worry. He said it would just be a minute. That was before Asher’s speech turned into a drawn-out fairytale of ambition and second chances.Blah blah vision, blah blah future, “New York is home again” I wasn’t even listening anymore. I was too busy scanning the room.Where was he?I looked at my phone again, tapping the screen. No messages. No missed calls. Just the time: 8:26 p.m.And then it happened.A sharp flicker cut across the projector screen behind Asher..At first, I thought it was a glitch — until the screen froze, and a video began to play.My blood turned cold.Luther.On-screen.Drunk. Disoriented. Grabbing Cathy no, being filmed as if he was grabbing her. She looked terrified. Disheveled. She stumbled back. There were no words—just tension and heavy breathing, and…No.The room gasped.Somewhere to my left, someone’s phone dinged. Then another. Then ano
Divorcing my billionaire husband, his best friend wants me Chapter 161
LUTHER. I followed Cathy down the hallway, the lights dimmer here, quieter — the hum of the event muffled behind us.The wine glass still sat in my hand. I’d taken a few sips earlier, more out of politeness than thirst. But now… now my head was starting to feel heavy. Not drunk. Just off.She stopped in front of a door.“He’s in there,” Cathy said, pushing it open.The room was softly lit, a private meeting lounge with a single couch and small table. But no Mr. Armstrong. No one at all.I stepped inside slowly. “Where is he?”Cathy shut the door behind us. Locked it.Something in me flared.“Cathy,” I said, voice low. “Where’s Armstrong?”She turned, smile gone. “He’s coming.”I stared at her. The room felt suddenly tighter, hotter. My limbs slightly sluggish. “What the hell is this? Why bring me here when he is not here yet?” She stepped forward, slowly, deliberately. “Relax, sir. You look tired.”“Don’t play with me,” I snapped, backing toward the door. “What are you doing?”“You’
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JOANNA After my father and I spoke, I wandered back to Luther, who had just finished a quiet conversation with one of the board members. I touched his arm and smiled softly. He turned to me, his eyes warm and steady, the way they always are when I need to feel grounded.Then I saw them—Asher’s parents.They stood a bit apart from everyone else, like they weren’t fully part of the room. Not excluded, but not embraced either. I couldn’t blame anyone. So much had happened. Their silence back then... the way they handled everything that went down, it left a bitter taste. But I was still caught between whether to go over or keep walking. I didn’t want to stir old dust.Then I heard it.“Joanna?”It was Mrs. Clifford Asher’s mother. Her voice hadn’t changed. Still soft, still reserved.I turned. She waved gently, and her husband gave a small nod beside her.I walked over, hesitantly. “Good evening, ma’am. Sir.”“Look at you,” she said. “You’ve grown more beautiful.”My hand instinctively c
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JOANNA We were done with the shower when Luther reached for the towel and started drying me off with so much care, you'd think I was made of glass. He wrapped my hair gently in another towel, rubbing it softly while humming something under his breath.I smiled, watching him like I hadn’t seen him a thousand times. There was something about mornings like this—slow, soft, quiet that made me feel like the world outside didn’t matter.Afterward, I sat on the edge of the bed in just my robe, feet tucked beneath me, as he walked over to the closet. He held up two suits.“This or this?” he asked, lifting a wine-red one and a classic navy blue.I tilted my head, considering. “The red. Warm colors look so good on you.”He nodded, chuckling. “Red it is. My woman has spoken.”I watched him dress, admiring every move, the way he buttoned his shirt, the way he adjusted the sleeves. When he was done, I stood and walked over to him, fixing his tie like I’d done so many times before. Our eyes met br
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JOANNA The water was warm against my skin, cascading down like a soft, steady rain. I closed my eyes, letting it wash over me, my hands resting against the cool tiles of the shower wall.Then I felt Luther behind me — the gentle drag of his hands as he reached for the sponge and lathered it with soap. His touch was slow, unhurried. He began to scrub my back in soft, careful circles, moving up to my shoulders, then down along my spine.“You’re tense,” he said softly.“Maybe because someone insisted I come shower instead of finish my cooking,” I teased, my voice light.He chuckled, that deep, rich sound echoing through the space. “Oh, so now it’s my fault?”I smiled but didn’t reply. His hand moved lower, still gentle, and I leaned into his touch.“You’re glowing,” he whispered, voice close to my ear. “Carrying our baby like a queen.”Then he leaned in and kissed the nape of my neck, slow and tender, the kind of kiss that made my stomach flutter. I let out a soft breath as his arms sli
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