Semua Bab Divorcing my billionaire husband, his best friend wants me : Bab 111 - Bab 120

LUTHER. I stepped into the apartment, flanked by two officers. The place still smelled like baby powder and lavender soap. Too calm for the storm that was about to erupt.I heard the shower running. Camilla was singing softly—completely unaware. She stepped out moments later, wrapped in a towel, blinking at the sight of us.“What’s going on?” she asked, confused.One of the officers stepped forward, his tone sharp and official. “Camilla Rivera, you are under arrest for falsifying legal documents, obstruction of justice, and fraud involving a paternity test.”Her eyes darted to me. “Luther?” Her voice cracked, trembling. “What’s happening? Where is this coming from?”I didn’t blink. “Don’t give me that lie, Camilla.”She took a step toward me, reaching out like that could undo everything. “Luther, no. Lucia is your child. I swear—”“I ran a second DNA test,” I cut her off. “This time, you weren’t there to bribe anyone. The results came back,Lucia isn’t mine.”Her towel slipped a littl

LUTHERI held her arms gently, my voice low but full of longing.“I’ve missed you, Joanna. Didn’t you miss me? It’s been a year.”She stayed silent, eyes flickering with confusion and hesitation.Her mind was racing with possible questions Isn’t he supposed to be at home? Doesn’t he have a child to take care of?All those questions swirling inside her, but none escaped her lips.Then she looked up at me, vulnerability softening her gaze. She parted her lips to say a word but none were coming through. She must have been super shocked. Before she could say a word, I placed my index fingers on her lips. “It’s okay,” I whispered against her mouth, “I know you missed me too.”JOANNA. His thumb brushed lightly over my lips, and my heart started pounding like a drum in my chest. For a moment, I froze — caught between the past and what I wanted to run from.Then reality hit me hard. I slowly pulled his hand away, still stuttering, my mind racing. No. I can’t do this. I’ve tried so hard t

JOANNA I took a shower, hoping the warm water would rinse off the ache in my chest. But it didn’t. It clung to me like second skin.Afterward, I sat at the dining table, staring at a plate of untouched food. I pushed the fork around just to make it look like I tried. But the truth was, I couldn’t eat. My stomach felt like a knotted ball of nerves, and every time I blinked, I saw Luther’s face—his eyes when he said, “I’ve seen you, and I think that’s enough.”I hated how it hit me. How it still hit me, even after everything.A year.A whole year of trying to move on.And yet here I was, feeling like I’d time-traveled right back into that chaos.My mind kept replaying that awful day—when Camelia showed up out of nowhere,causing chaos.. I tried to get rid of those memories but seeing Luther just made everything worse..And now he was here in LA… after all this time. After I’d spent a year pretending not to care, pretending not to check my phone every night to see if he called again.And

JOANNA. Lunch hour was over.The sun was a little less harsh now, and as we stepped out of the restaurant, Luther followed behind us..I was still trying to digest the food and everything else that had just happened—Luther showing up, booking lunch, my favorite dishes, and feeding me a spoon like we hadn’t skipped a year of silence. He was meticulous. As we got to the front of the company building since it wasn't so far from the restaurant..Luther turned to me, casually slipping his hands into his pockets.“I’ll see you after work,” he said smoothly. “I’ll take you home.”I stopped. Just a few steps away from my car, I turned to face him.“Really?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. “You’ll take me home?”He nodded. “Yes.”My heart skipped. I didn’t even know why. It wasn’t like he hadn’t driven me home before—many, many times.But that was then.“I have my car,” I replied, trying to keep my tone neutral. “I can go home myself.”A small smile tugged at his lips. It wasn’t smug. Just… kno

JOANNA. Luther pulled away, just slightly, but enough to leave my lips cold, my skin aching. My breath hitched as I stared at him, my body still humming with the fire he lit. I didn’t know why I felt this way. Or maybe I did. Maybe it was everything, months of distance, of pretending, of trying to forget someone I never truly could. I hadn’t been touched in a year ever. And now that he was here, standing so close, looking at me like he could see straight through my armor—I couldn’t think. I could only feel.Luther cleared his throat softly, trying to ease the tension but only making it worse. “So,” he said, voice low, “should we go into your room… or mine?”We were literally standing in front of my door. I leaned against it, trying to breathe, trying to keep my cool. “Which do you prefer?” I asked, playing with the edge of control I had left.He tilted his head, eyes twinkling with something deeper. “I'm not going to make that decision. This is your house.”I stared at him.Fine.“