Semua Bab Divorcing my billionaire husband, his best friend wants me : Bab 121 - Bab 130

JOANNA. Breakfast was warm, sweet, and golden, just like the morning light pouring through the windows. Luther and I sat across from each other, bare-faced, relaxed, hearts full after fooling around and almost burning down the kitchen.. But now I was done with breakfast..“Let’s eat, Lu. Made specifically for you from the depth of my heart” He laughed “Thanks my love” But before I could take a bite, Luther dragged his plate and chair closer, closing the space between us until he was right by my side. Our arms brushed.He didn’t touch his food. He just stared at me.I glanced sideways and giggled, my cheeks already heating. “Why are you looking at me like that?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. “It’s as if you want to eat me instead.”His lips curled into a lazy smirk. “That’s exactly what I was thinking,” he said, voice deep and thick with flirtation. “I’d rather eat you than this food.”“Luther! Even though I made it specially for you?” I swatted his arm playfully, laughing. But the w

LUTHER. I don't know if I have ever been as excited as I was this time in a over a year. Seeing Joanna was everything for me, everything I wanted. She was enough and I know. She was on a rollercoaster of emotions earlier of how she couldn't have children or rip me off my qualifications of being a father. I felt for her and I deeply understood her but I also wanted to let her know that she was more than enough. We were in each other’s arms after I consoled her. We spent time together, played around even showered and did all sort of things in the bathroom. Right now, I was getting prepared for the announcement I promised her I would make. It might be hard but I had to get through it. I was halfway through buckling my watch when I heard the bathroom door creak open. Steam drifted out first, followed by Joanna. She was wrapped in a towel, her hair damp, face fresh. She looked beautiful, even in the quietest moments, she took my breath away and a smile crossed my lips. The things we di

JOANNA. The breeze was soft and playful, brushing against my bare arms as I sipped the wine he poured for me. The food sat warm between us as we ate. but I didn’t care. I couldn’t stop smiling. Couldn’t stop looking at him.Luther sat across from me, elbows resting on the table, gaze locked with mine like he was memorizing my every blink.Then he spoke, voice low, like a confession wrapped in silk.“Jo…” he began, exhaling slowly. “The year has been terrible without you.”I tilted my head slightly, my smile expanding not out of fear.He leaned forward. “This whole year without you… it’s been hell. I couldn’t focus. Couldn’t work. Nothing made sense. I’d open my laptop and just sit there, staring. I'd try to sleep, and I’d end up thinking about you. I came to LA a few times but I know you wouldn't want to see me not with everything that had been happening” I didn’t say anything. Just watched him. Felt every word wrap itself around my heart. There were times I felt in my bones that s

JOANNA. Luther quickly steered the car while laughing and I couldn't stop the wide smile on my face either. I stared at him while he drove, it has been so long since I felt at peace and happy like this. I couldn't control the way I smiled. “ You are super happy, aren't you?” He glanced towards me and tried focusing on the road again, his hands on the driving wheel. “Do you need to ask? I feel so happy. So happy that I can't hide it.” I answered, grinning. Luther smiled as well and said nothing further. The drive home was peaceful except for the fact that we stole glances from each other. Once we got back to the mansion, he climbed down and rushed to open the car door for me. He held out his hands for me and I climbed down from the car. “Shall we go inside? My lady?” He said with a cheeky grin and I nodded.We headed inside with our arms linked and I headed over to the couch and sat down.There was a bit of silence between the two of us and honestly I wanted to ask him if he pl

LUTHER. Joanna kept mute and I knew how she respected her father and maybe she didn't really know if she would just follow me and disrespect him. I knew that deep down it wasn't going to be acceptable after first trial but I was determined. I could tell the second the words left my mouth that she might not really agree. She didn’t say anything immediately, and I didn’t push. I knew her well enough to know her silence didn’t mean no—it meant she was thinking, weighing, remembering.I also knew who she was thinking about.Her father.Jo always held his opinion close, like a compass she never strayed far from. And after everything—after the fake marriage, after the divorce, after Camila—she probably wasn’t just protecting herself. She was protecting her family’s trust too. “Joanna,” I said softly. She blinked, finally meeting my eyes.“Joe.” I leaned forward, reaching for her hand, rubbing slow circles over her knuckles. Her fingers were cold, but they didn’t pull away.“I don’t want