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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
Divorcing my billionaire husband, his best friend wants me Chapter 158
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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JOANNA’S POVI leaned over and kissed his cheek, smiling to myself as I watched him sleep so peacefully. There was something so soft about Luther in the mornings — like all the fire in him went quiet just for me.I slipped out of bed carefully, not wanting to wake him, and padded toward the kitchen. Diana was already moving around, probably ready to start breakfast like she always did.But not today."I think I want to make the breakfast myself," I told her with a small smile.Diana raised a brow but nodded, “Of course, ma’am. I’ll stay and help out.”“Okay, sure,” I replied, grateful for her silent understanding.We worked together in quiet harmony — I chopped while she rinsed, she stirred while I set the plates. I was making something simple, but warm. Something Luther loved. Something that felt like home.I was cracking the last egg into the bowl when I heard footsteps behind me.Turning slightly, I saw him leaning against the doorframe, watching me with that lazy, half-asleep smir
Divorcing my billionaire husband, his best friend wants me Chapter 156
CATHY The hotel room was dimly lit, shadows dancing across the cream walls as I stood by the window, staring out at the glowing city skyline. I heard the door click behind me. Asher entered, his face unreadable, his energy tense.“Did you invite her?” I asked without turning.He sighed. “Yes, I invited her. It’s up to her to come.”I spun around sharply. “You don’t have to say that. You have to make her come to the launch.”He furrowed his brows. “What’s going on, Cassie? Our target is Luther, right? Not Joanna.”I crossed the room, closing the distance between us in two calm steps. “Yes, our target is Luther. He’s the one who ruined both of us. He’s the reason you lost your company and your so-called perfect wife. And I… I gave up everything because of him. We’re in this together.”Asher’s jaw tensed. “I know. That’s why I’m helping. But Joanna—she was my childhood friend. She was my wife. She made her choices, sure, but she doesn’t deserve to be dragged down in this. I’m not doing
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