After the Affair Falling into a Billionaire's Arms novel Chapter 117

Chapter 117

George spared Louisa a glance despite his breakneck speed, his voice ice–cold. “What, you can actually feel fear? I thought nothing scared you!”

Louisa squeezed her eyes shut, silently cursing him. But now wasn’t the time to provoke him.

She forced herself to maintain a calm tone as she reasoned, “Of course I’m scared. How could I not be? We only get one life–once it’s gone, everything’s gone. You have parents, I have my father. If something happens to us, what about them? Can you imagine their grief?

“And what about the Capulet Group? All those employees depending on their jobs, all those families trying to survive. Don’t we have some responsibility there?”

She rambled on slowly, her voice carrying a gentleness he had

heard in ages. Somehow, his rage seemed

to subside, and the car began to slow.

‘Looks like the emotional appeal is working,‘ she thought. ‘Better keep going.‘

Suddenly, George jerked the wheel, veering sharply off the main highway onto a narrow side road. Louisa’s

heart nearly stopped.

When she finally steadied herself, she glanced out the window. The dirt road was barely wide enough for two cars to pass each other, with overgrown ditches on both sides.

A large truck approached from the opposite direction. George didn’t slow down, maintaining 75 mph as

they scraped past.

Struggling to keep her voice steady despite her pounding heart, she asked, “George, where exactly are we

going?”

“No idea.” Such a cool–guy answer.

Louisa fell silent. Sure, she wanted a divorce, but she didn’t want to silently lose her life in the process.

After a few seconds, she continued, “Look, we don’t really have some terrible blood feud, right? You said it yourself–you made a mistake that most men make, and I’m just a woman who can’t tolerate that kind of thing. We had something beautiful once. Time just wore it away.”

She took a breath before continuing. “It’s understandable, really. Spending so many years with the same person… anyone would get tired.

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“Like your father says, no one can expect someone to have only one person in their heart forever. So all of

this makes sense,

“I never doubted your sincerity toward me. We just can’t walk the rest of the way together. Being true to your heart and your choices–there’s nothing wrong with that. I don’t blame you now, so please don’t blame

me either, okay?”

It was the truth. She’d never resented his cheating; she simply didn’t want to keep living with a cheater. She’d wanted a dignified ending, nothing messy.

But George just turned to glance at her. “Seems like you’re really afraid of dying

Louisa’s internal panic skyrocketed. What did he mean by that? Was he contemplating murder because the insisted on divorce? Surely not? Or was he upset about going to court? Or perhaps about her releasing the recording of him and Vivian?

None of those seemed worth killing over. She truly couldn’t fathom what George was thinking,

She gave up trying and steered toward more mundane concerns. “Look, we’ve got barely half a tank left. If we keep driving like this, we’ll run out of gas. How will we get home then?”

That last word–home–struck something in him. He turned to her. “You still want to go home?”

“Of course. Why wouldn’t I?”

A spark of light suddenly appeared in George’s eyes. “To our home?”

Louisa fell silent. If she agreed with him, they might make it out of this safely. But somehow, she couldn’t bring herself to lie.

George immediately erupted in rage. “You won’t come back with me, will you? As he said this, he stared at her, forgetting the steering wheel in his hands.

Seeing another truck approaching, Louisa–who had been watching the road–grabbed the wheel and turned it forty–five degrees, narrowly avoiding collision. In that moment, her heart leapt into her throat.

George came to his senses, gripping the wheel tightly, eyes forward, but still pressing his question, “You

won’t-

“I’m hungry. Can we look for somewhere to eat up ahead? She cut him off, afraid he’d ask something else she couldn’t answer. Her tone was soft, without a hint of reproach.

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George pressed his lips tightly together and fell silent. Louisa finally exhaled in relief.

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She actually was hungry. She’d barely eaten breakfast and had no lunch. Now she was famished. How she missed Bob’s cooking from this morning. She shouldn’t have wasted it. And Julian’s seafood mushroom

bisque…

As she thought about it, that handsome, eternally elegant face appeared in her mind. Every time she was in trouble, he was the one who rescued her. Would he come this time?

George noticed her distant expression and felt another surge of irritation. “Who are you thinking about?

Julian?”

“Who could I be thinking about? I’m thinking about food. I’m genuinely starving.”

George stopped talking and continued driving. The surroundings had become increasingly remote.

Louisa kept an eye on the dashboard. They’d been driving for over three hours, and she had no idea where they were anymore. The sky was gradually darkening.

She calculated that with less than one bar of fuel left, they could go maybe 150 miles at most before running empty. At his current speed, that meant a little over an hour.

It was after 4 PM now. In an hour, it would be before 6, and still light out. She could find a place to hide, send her location to Sadie or Flora, and have them pick her up.

She’d given up on George taking her home,”

was just waiting for him to run out of gas.

Finally, at the foot of a mountain in the middle of nowhere, the car sputtered to a stop–completely out of

fuel.

George seemed to release a long–held breath. He rolled down the window, rested his arm on the frame, lit a cigarette, and said softly, “It’s just us now.”

Louisa remained silent. What did that mean? What was he planning to do?

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