บททั้งหมดของ Divorcing my billionaire husband, his best friend wants me : บทที่ 141 - บทที่ 150

LUTHER. "Shit!" I slammed my palm against the steering wheel, my knuckles turning white. The sound of the horn blared once before I yanked my hand off, breathing hard. “What the fuck is happening?”The traffic lights blurred before my eyes. Or maybe it was the heat in my head, or the heartbreak twisting my chest like a fist.I grabbed my phone again, thumb trembling as I redialed her number.Ring.“Pick up, Jo... Please.”Ring.Nothing.Voicemail.I exhaled sharply, flinging the phone onto the passenger seat. Goddammit.I didn’t even know how I drove to the office. My body worked on autopilot while my mind spun in a storm of confusion, hurt, and fury.Nothing about today was normal. Everything seemed out of place. I hated the way things were going! One minute it's as if everything was going to be okay! The next minute, it's all gone..I killed the engine and just sat there for a second, staring at my reflection in the rearview mirror. Still gripping the wheel, I closed my eyes for a s

JOANNA It had been a week.Seven long, heavy days of hiding behind silence.I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the luggage I had packed the night before.I glanced at my phone on the dresser. The screen was black, still. Quiet. For the first time in days.Luther hadn’t called in the past two days. Before that, his name had lit up my screen every few hours. Calls. Messages. Voice notes I never opened. He tried. He didn’t give up.But I had shut him out.Again.I sucked in a slow breath, my chest tightening as I ran my palm over the soft leather handle of the suitcase.In my mind, I told myself this was right. That I was protecting him. That what my father said made sense. That Luther deserved more. Deserved a full life. A family.A child.But the more I tried to convince myself, the emptier I felt.Was it really right to cut him off without a word? No goodbye. No closure. Just silence?It wasn’t the first time I’d done this. Shutting people out was second nature. It was easier th

LUTHER. The whiteness of the ceiling blurred into focus. My head throbbed gently, and my throat was dry like sandpaper. I blinked again, adjusting to the room's stillness — until I saw a figure seated nearby.Cathy.I sat up slightly, my heart skipping. My eyes scanned the room again.But Joanna wasn’t there.Panic crept in like a wave rising too fast.“Where is she?” I croaked. “Joanna… where’s Joanna?”Cathy stood up slowly and placed a hand on the chair. “She stepped out.”“Stepped out to where?” I asked, my voice sharper. “Did she leave?”“No, no. She didn’t,” Cathy said quickly. “She went to get something. She said she’d be back soon.”I exhaled shakily and leaned back, my hand on my chest.God.Cathy picked up a bottle of water and held it out to me. “I think you need this.”I stared at it for a second, still on edge. “I’m fine.”She gave me a gentle look. “Please. You passed out. You need to hydrate.”I sighed and took the bottle from her. Just as I raised it to my lips, the d

LutherBack at the mansion, everything felt quieter than usual but not in a bad way. It felt... peaceful. As we stepped inside, Joanna slowed her steps and glanced around like she hadn’t seen the place in years.“I missed this place,” she whispered, almost like she was talking to herself.I didn’t say anything at first. I just stood there watching her the way her fingers lightly brushed the edge of the couch, the soft look in her eyes, the way the light hit her face just right. My chest tightened. God, I almost lost her.Without a word, I walked toward her. Slowly. Quietly. And then I wrapped my arms around her from behind.. I pulled her gently against my chest, breathed her in. She froze for a second, but then melted into me, like she’d been waiting for that embrace all along.I lowered my lips to her neck, kissed it softly, and rested my chin on her shoulder.“Promise me you’ll never pull that stunt again,” I said, voice low, raw with everything I couldn’t say earlier. “Promise me,

qJOANNA The afternoon light filtered gently through the curtains, casting a golden hue over the bedroom. The sheets were soft beneath me, still tangled from our lazy morning, and Luther was sprawled beside me, half-draped over my body like he had no intention of moving… ever.I giggled as he pressed a trail of kisses from my shoulder to the curve of my neck.“Luther,” I laughed, squirming as his stubble tickled my skin. “You’re clingy today.”He didn’t respond—just let out a small hum, nuzzling closer like a needy cat. “I’ve missed you too much to let go. I’m making up for a whole damn week.”His hand slid slowly up my side, fingers teasing, tracing. I sucked in a breath when his mouth followed the path downward—soft, worshipful kisses now pressing against the curve of my breast.I let out another breathy laugh. “Luther…”“What?” he murmured into my skin. “You said I needed to rest. You didn’t say anything about not kissing you.”His lips brushed over me again, warm and lingering, an