She Was Never Just a Pretty Face novel Chapter 133

They were locked in a breathless, heated kiss.

Suddenly, a phone screen was shoved right in front of Luther's face.

Jolie's frantic voice spilled from the speaker—

"Luther."

"Is that you, Luther?"

"Where are you? Are you with Hilda? Didn't you choose me?"

He listened to the voice echoing from the device.

His dark eyes locked onto Hilda.

She had dialed Jolie's number.

Just to stop him from kissing her, from taking her to bed.

Did she really loathe him this much?

Was there not a single shred of desire left for him to turn back?

He didn't care if the woman on the line heard him.

He snatched the phone and slammed it onto the marble counter.

"Are you out of your mind?"

He took a few steps back, leaning casually against the cabinetry. Even slouched, he still towered over her.

The night was still. He suppressed the sudden urge for a cigarette, staring intensely at her. After a long, heavy silence, he blurted out something entirely out of nowhere: "You were the one who fell in love with me first."

He had no idea why he said it.

—It just slipped out.

Was it regret?

Was it anger?

He was furious that she gave her warmth to everyone else. She treated Harrell and Naomi with such tenderness, but the sight of him only brought her irritation. She couldn't wait to divorce him, could she? She wanted to be free and live her own life, didn't she?

Hilda's nose turned a faint shade of pink.

She looked away, staring out the window at the city lights, and replied softly, "Yes. I fell for you first. But I don't love you anymore. Is that a problem, Luther? Feelings change. I am not a dog you can whistle for and kick away when you're done. There are some things I just won't do anymore. Go find someone else who will."

He stared at her, unblinking.

His eyes grew inexplicably red.

It wasn't supposed to be like this.

She had more graceful words of closure ready. But she never got the chance to say them.

Because Luther shot her a lethal glare.

He straightened his posture, adjusted his tie with sharp, deliberate movements, grabbed his coat, and walked out.

Hilda stood in the living room, making no move to see him to the door.

Right before he left, he muttered, "Annie's birthday is coming up. We are spending it together as a family. Just for her birthday."

Hilda offered a faint, serene smile.

She didn't agree, but she didn't refuse either. Who could say what the future held?

The door clicked shut.

She stood alone in the center of the empty living room.

Looking down, she rested a hand on her stomach, her eyes welling with tears.

She might be walking away from this marriage with a fortune.

But who was going to refund her youth?

Her heart had been shattered into pieces a long time ago.