All Chapters of Divorcing my billionaire husband, his best friend wants me : Chapter 171 - Chapter 177

Author’s pov The clock ticked louder with each passing second.It was already dark. And Luther still wasn’t home.Joanna paced the living room like a madwoman. Her hands trembled every time she looked down at her phone. She had called him over and over again. Nothing. No text. No response. Nothing since that one brief call when he’d told her to trust him.But how could she trust him when he wasn’t here? When the only thing keeping her together was hope?She checked the time again.9:57 p.m.Still no sign of him.She sat down for barely a minute before springing up again, tears brimming at the edge of her lashes.Diana, sitting nearby, tried to keep her calm. “Come on, Mom. He’s going to be okay,” she said softly, but even she sounded unsure.Joanna just shook her head, pacing harder. She was super scared this time “Something is wrong. I can feel it. I just know it, something happened.”And then suddenly—The sound of the door unlocking.She froze. Her heart lodged in her throat.The

Joanna’s POVWeeks had passed since the night everything shattered and then somehow began to mend.My baby bump had started to show. Each morning, I woke up to Luther’s gentle touch on it, his lips pressing soft promises against my belly. He said we were safe now. That it was all behind us. But part of me didn’t breathe freely, not yet. Not until this moment.The courtroom was packed. The hum of tension buzzed through the walls like static. Cameras. Reporters. Whispers. The trial of Cassie, Asher, and Mike had become the city’s favorite headline.I adjusted slightly in my seat, placing a hand protectively over my stomach as I watched them all walk in, handcuffed.Cassie’s once-cunning eyes looked tired. Ashamed. Or maybe still angry. I couldn’t tell anymore. Asher tried to mask his panic behind arrogance, but it cracked the moment he saw Luther sitting beside me. Mike just kept his head low.Luther turned to me, and our eyes locked. He gave me a nod, calm, strong, like always. That

JOANNA Two months.It had been two whole months since she came into our lives, and yet it still felt surreal. Our daughter. Our miracle.Today was her naming ceremony.The sun was kind to us—warm but not harsh, with a gentle breeze that carried laughter, music, and the clinking of glasses. The front lawn of Luther’s mansion had been transformed into something magical. White and blush-pink florals arched around the entrance, soft ribbons danced in the wind, and a low, elegant playlist floated from the DJ’s booth at the far end of the lawn.Everything felt… whole.I moved through the crowd slowly, dressed in a soft silk lilac gown that flowed around my waist. The bump was gone, but the emotions still clung to my skin. I smiled at guests, Luther’s father, a few close friends, familiar faces from Dickson’s circle, people who had stood by us.Luther was nearby, chatting with Dickson and a few of his business associates, but his eyes always followed mine. It was something I had grown used

Dickson. “Bro, give it a chance,” Luther said, his voice low but firm as we stood near the edge of the celebration crowd. “Just tell her you like her. She won’t bite you. And between me and you…” He leaned in slightly with a smirk. “I think she might like you too.”I shook my head with a small scoff, trying to act unfazed, but my heart was already drumming like it was about to leap out of my chest.“Come with me,” Luther said.I followed him like a soldier headed into battle.We walked across the garden toward where Joanna and Gina stood chatting with Diana, who was gently rocking the baby in her arms.Luther stopped and smiled at his wife. “Jo, can I speak with you for a moment?”Joanna looked at him and then at me and Gina, a knowing smirk curling on her lips. “Yeah, sure.”And just like that, they were gone, walking toward the front patio.Now it was just us—me and Gina. Alone.I turned to her, feeling like a schoolboy again. My palms were sweaty. My chest tight.I closed my eyes