Lahat ng Kabanata ng Divorcing my billionaire husband, his best friend wants me : Kabanata 131 - Kabanata 140

LUTHER. The engine hummed beneath me, steady and soft. The city passed in blurred streaks through the window, but my head wasn't really in New York.I kept replaying Mr. Wright’s words over and over. “She’s already going through enough with the fact that she can’t have babies. Or would you be willing to take somebody that can’t give you children?”I tightened my grip on the steering wheel.Was I being selfish? Wasn't I thinking enough about her? Or would she be living in guilt forever? I’d told myself I loved Joanna for who she was—not for what she could give me. And I meant it. Every word. But love in real life wasn’t just about words. It was about staying when guilt creeps in, when she looks at me and wonders if she’s enough. When I have to hold her through the nights she breaks down over something she can’t change.And what if,what if I hadn’t really thought all of that through? What if loving her meant watching her slowly punish herself for something that was never her fault?T

Luther’s POVAs we got upstairs, I dropped her bags by the wall, but Joanna didn’t even look at them. She was already walking around like she was soaking it all in again. I let out a heavy breath and smiled. I still didn't think this would be rea but it is.. Now I don't want to be apart from her again. I came up behind her slowly, wrapping my arms around her waist and resting my chin on her shoulder. She didn’t flinch. She leaned right back into me.“It still feels like you,” she whispered.“It always will,” I replied.We stood there for a while, swaying a little to the silence, until she turned in my arms and looked up at me. Her hands pressed lightly against my chest, like she wanted to feel my heartbeat. Like she needed it to be real.“I was scared,” she said.“Of what?” I asked, brushing some hair from her face.“That this… that we’d never come back here. That I’d never feel this again. I spent days thinking about this In LA.. some days I was just super restless” I kissed her

JOANNA. It has been a long ride. I decided to come back to New York out of nowhere. I decided to be strong and brave for our love. I initially knew I was being selfish when he talked about going down to New York together and I had nothing to say..I was just overwhelmed by all that had been happening. I was just scared to even try. I enjoyed the moment but I was scared. Maybe what if we weren't meant to be, that was why we passed through this struggle and the truth is, Dad just wanted me to focus on the company in LA. He would be very surprised that I came to New York.. The moment Luther left the mansion, the house felt empty. I heaved a sigh..I had made up my mind to go see Dad first and talk to him. It is my happiness we are talking about here and I know a lot has happened but I won't let him dictate my life for me..I showered and had the breakfast Diana prepared. After that I asked Luther’s driver to take me to the Mansion..“JOANNA?” Dad adjusted his glasses the moment he saw

LUTHER. The day seemed a bit empty because Joanna hasn't checked in like she used to the past days.. I texted and called.. no response. I have been more concentrated on my phone more than I'm concentrated on workJoanna hadn’t texted. Not even a one-word reply. No calls. Nothing. I kept checking my phone like a lovesick idiot, hoping her name would flash on the screen. But it didn’t. And the longer it stayed quiet, the more restless I became.By 5 p.m., I gave up pretending to focus at work.I canceled two meetings, tossed my phone into the passenger seat, and drove home, the silence in the car gnawing at me. Something was off. I could feel it in my bones.As soon as I walked through the front door, I spotted Diana arranging fresh lilies in a vase.“Diana,” I said, trying not to sound too anxious, “Has Joanna been home all day?”She glanced up and gave me a polite smile. “She was here in the morning, sir. Had breakfast alone… seemed quiet. Then she stepped out sometime late morning.”

JOANNA. I stood hidden behind the corridor wall, my breath caught in my throat, listening to the sharp edge of Luther’s voice echo through the house. I was still in New York but I had to lie. After giving it so much thought, Dad was absolutely right.. This would only be a pain in the ass later on.. We were better off separated. I knew Luther was going to fight it.. I stayed back in New York because he might go to LA to find me. "What did you say to Joanna?"He was here.I should’ve left.But instead, I stood there, frozen. Listening. Quiet tears streamed down my cheeks, but I didn’t move. I didn’t want him to see me like this. I couldn’t afford to let him see me like this—conflicted, torn, hurting but this was for our own good, I tried to remind myself each time I wanted to come out and follow him home because I was losing it. "I told her the truth," my father’s voice answered, calm and hard as marble. "That you two cannot be together."I shut my eyes. My chest tightened.Luther do