Lahat ng Kabanata ng Divorcing my billionaire husband, his best friend wants me : Kabanata 161 - Kabanata 170

LUTHER. I followed Cathy down the hallway, the lights dimmer here, quieter — the hum of the event muffled behind us.The wine glass still sat in my hand. I’d taken a few sips earlier, more out of politeness than thirst. But now… now my head was starting to feel heavy. Not drunk. Just off.She stopped in front of a door.“He’s in there,” Cathy said, pushing it open.The room was softly lit, a private meeting lounge with a single couch and small table. But no Mr. Armstrong. No one at all.I stepped inside slowly. “Where is he?”Cathy shut the door behind us. Locked it.Something in me flared.“Cathy,” I said, voice low. “Where’s Armstrong?”She turned, smile gone. “He’s coming.”I stared at her. The room felt suddenly tighter, hotter. My limbs slightly sluggish. “What the hell is this? Why bring me here when he is not here yet?” She stepped forward, slowly, deliberately. “Relax, sir. You look tired.”“Don’t play with me,” I snapped, backing toward the door. “What are you doing?”“You’

CATHY. The room was pure chaos—and I loved it.Phones were buzzing, faces were turning pale, voices were rising. That scandalous footage of Luther stumbling toward me, looking like the predator I painted him to be, was plastered on every screen. Headlines were already flooding the media outlets I fed."CEO Luther accused of sexual assault at prestigious company launch""Breaking: Launch ruined by disturbing leaked footage..."Perfect. Absolutely perfect.The hall was like a hive of confusion and disgrace. Luther’s name was already halfway buried.But that wasn’t even the masterpiece.No, my real target was Joanna. And this news was just a distraction. It wasn't even effective enough because once investigations are carried out they would figure out something is off. Let the world choke on Luther’s scandal. Let his empire crumble. But Joanna... Joanna was going to burn. Literally.I gave a subtle nod to Mike, one of the men I’d hired weeks ago. Our signal. He slipped out of the crowd

DICKSON “Oh my God,” I muttered, heart hammering as I rushed toward Johanna. Her body was slumped near the edge of the room, tied, limp… vulnerable.Tied.What kind of monster does this?My hands shook as I struggled to untie her wrists. The fire alarm was still blaring in the background, and my brain was racing with images—Kathy, the projector video, Luther, the panic in the crowd. It all clicked too fast.She planned this.I should’ve listened to my gut. Something had been off with Kathy from the moment she started crying those perfectly timed tears.As soon as Joanna's wrists were free, I slid my arm beneath her shoulders. Her head lolled slightly, her breath shallow but present. Relief poured through me like water. She was alive.“Come on, stay with me,” I whispered, lifting her carefully and rushing toward the exit. Smoke was starting to fog the air.. but the alarm had drawn responders already.Outside, the parking lot was chaos. Flashing red and blue lights, security holding ba

CATHY The dim room stank of damp wood and secrets. I could hear the traffic outside, but it felt miles away. Safe.Asher paced like a nervous dog, his fingers running through his hair. “You’ve ruined this,” he snapped. “That wasn’t the plan, Cassie.”“It’s Cathy now,” I muttered, staring out the dusty window.He slammed his hand against the table. “Don’t play games with me! We agreed. Take Luther down, humiliate him, destroy his reputation. That was the plan.”I slowly turned to him, eyes narrowed. “And you thought that little video would do the trick? You really thought the media would hold onto it long enough for it to stick? Please. They’re already sniffing out inconsistencies.”He stiffened. “They found him unconscious, Cassie. Drugged. That makes it clear something was done to him.”“Exactly,” I hissed. “So when that all comes out—and it will, who do you think they’ll look at? Me. I’ll be the liar. The psycho. The desperate secretary who faked an assault. And where will you be,

LUTHER The SUV sped through the streets with two black vans tailing us—security, all eyes on high alert. I kept glancing out the window, but something in my chest refused to sit still.Then my phone buzzed.I looked down.A video.No name. Just a file.I tapped it open.My blood ran cold.It was me… with Cathy. Her body tangled with mine. My head slumped back. My eyes barely open. My expression—blank.A sick feeling gripped my stomach.Then her voice came through, smug and cruel:> “I sent this to your wife. She must be having fun watching it right now.”“What the f*ck is wrong with this girl?” I hissed, gripping the phone tighter.Dickson, beside me, turned instantly. “What happened?”I ignored him, swiping through the rest. The way she set me up carefully, intentionally. Then it hit me.That night I was drunk. I remembered slurring a few words to Cathy, thinking she was just doing her job—nothing more. I didn’t even know I’d blacked out.But she’d used that.And now… Johanna had se