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LUTHER. The light was sharp. Too sharp.I squinted, groaned, and sat up slowly, my head pounding like someone had taken a hammer to my skull.Where the fuck am I?My eyes darted around the room, white curtains, a beige wall, unfamiliar decor. This wasn’t my bedroom. This wasn’t my mansion..This wasn’t anywhere I recognized.And then I heard the clink of a cup.I turned sharply, too sharply and felt a stab of pain in my temple. I hissed, grabbing my head.Standing a few feet away, in full work clothes and heels, was Cathy.Placing a steaming cup of coffee on a small table.“Good morning sir,” she said, like it was completely normal for me to be waking up… wherever here was.I blinked. “What the hell is going on? Where am I? What happened last night?”She turned to face me calmly. “You don’t remember?”“No,” I said slowly, eyes narrowing. “Why are you here? What is this place? Is this your house?”Cathy gave a small nod. “You were too drunk to get home. I couldn’t just let you drive, a

JOANNA. i was at the hospital, I sat on the cold bench outside the ward, hands trembling, knees bouncing restlessly. My heart hadn't stopped racing since the moment he collapsed.I didn’t even know how we got to the hospital. It was a blur of screaming, people rushing, an ambulance. He was sick..The doctor finally stepped out, removing his gloves as he approached me. “Miss Wright?”I stood instantly. “Yes. How is he? What happened to him?”“He’s stable now. He passed out from a combination of exhaustion and emotional stress. His vitals were all over the place — elevated blood pressure, severe fatigue. Has he been eating properly?”I hesitated. “I... I don’t think so.”The doctor gave a small nod. “Well, that adds up. It looks like he hasn’t had proper meals in days. That, combined with extreme mental strain... the body can only take so much before it shuts down.”“So… what now?” I asked, trying to steady the guilt choking my voice.“He just needs rest. Real rest. Proper food, hydrat

LUTHER’S POVJoanna’s voice cracked again, but this time it wasn’t just pain—it was exhaustion, pent-up emotion finally spilling over.“I don’t know what to do,” she said, her voice rising slightly. “I just I don’t know…”Her shoulders shook, her lips parted as if her heart couldn’t hold it in anymore.“I’ve missed you,” she blurted out, her voice breaking mid-sentence. “I couldn’t bring myself to rest. I tried shutting you out. I tried acting like it was for the best, but I couldn’t sleep, I couldn’t eat I’ve just… I’ve just been so lost.”Tears trailed down her cheeks. She was spiraling in emotion, words falling from her lips in a rush.“I was confused… I thought it would save you from a life of regrets. But all I’ve done is lose you in the process. And—”“Enough,” I said softly, placing my hand gently over her lips.Her eyes widened, blinking up at me, breath shaky.“You being here,” I said, voice lower now, more certain, “is enough for me.”I swallowed hard, brushing my thumb gent