After the Affair Falling into a Billionaire's Arms novel Chapter 160

Chapter 160

George stared at Louisa, unable to tear his eyes away.

Her arms, legs, neck, and face were covered in wounds—a shocking sight made his stomach turn. No explanation was needed; th

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the injuries spoke

His gaze darkened with anguish as Louisa stared back at him, her voice unnervingly calm.

“George, if you hadn’t gone back on your word that day, if you’d let me handle her, if you’d just divorced me–Vivian wouldn’t have been desperate enough to

try burning me alive.”

She held his gaze. “All of this is because of you. Every injury, every bit of suffering–it’s all because of you.”

One sentence was all it took to utterly destroy him. He stumbled back until his body hit the wall, his voice leaden when he finally managed her name.

“Louisa…

She said nothing more. From passionate rows ten years ago to this moment of accumulated scars, there was nothing left to say.

Vivian was taken away by the police while Louisa went to the hospital with Julian. Sadie and Flora accompanied them.

The doctor confirmed Louisa’s injuries were superficial–they would heal in a few days with proper rest.

Julian’s arm, however, had been slashed deeply down to the bone, requiring several stitches.

Gratitude and guilt warred within Louisa. This wasn’t the first time he’d saved her, but it was the first time he’d been so severely injured on her behalf.

Such a profound debt–life for life–left her wondering how she could ever repay him.

That night, she lay awake in her hospital bed, sleep eluding her.

George wanted to visit her, to stay by her side. He still hadn’t given her the blue diamond he’d bought.

But he couldn’t face her–couldn’t even face the injuries that existed because of his affair. So after confirming her injuries weren’t serious, he stayed away,

He sat on the living room couch for hours, seemingly oblivious to the gasoline smell still permeating the air

Eventually, be rose slowly and headed upstairs, intending to return to his bedroom but pausing at the room where Louisa had stay

leaving.

stayed in her final days before

The door was blackened from smoke. Her words suddenly echoed in his mind: “You haven’t been to that room yet, have you? When you have time, go take a

look!”

As if possessed, he pushed open the door.

Open windows let cold wind gust through. The walls were scorched black, the wooden wardrobe half–burned, the bed in tatters. Sheets, bedding, clothes–all reduced to ash…

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His eyes turned bloodshot. Was this what she wanted him to see? Wes the telling him their marriage, their love, had become as devastated as this room?

He wanted to flee, but his feet med deeper inside.

He stumbled over something–n calendar, somehow perfectly intact. How strange that the fire had consumed everything else yet missed this?

He bent doen to pick it up. The page was open to the number 13.

He frowned. The day she set fire to the house wasn’t the 13th. Why was the calendar stopped on this date? Could it be a countdown to their divorce?

The realization hit him like a blow. While he thought she was just throwing a tantrum, while he happily carried on his affair with Vivian, she had been counting down the days until she would leave him.

Had bring with him caused her such pain?

Anguish, regret, and reluctance to let go filled his heart.

That night, he was no longer the confident CEO of the Capulet Group or the domineering son of the Capulet family. He was just a boy who had broken his promises and lost the girl he loved.

If time could flow backward, he’d return to before his affair, before the mistakes, before he lost her. But he finally accepted they could never go back.

He collapsed onto the floor, clutching the calendar tightly, silent tears soaking into the numbers.

Finally, with trembling hands, he took out his phone and sent Louisa a message: [I agree to the divorce.

Louisa saw the message the next morning. Her first thought was brutal in its honesty: Was this jerk lying to her again? After what happened last time,

suspicion was her default.

She didn’t want to reply, but she couldn’t miss this opportunity if he actually meant it. Half an hour later, she texted back: [You’re not lying to me this

George: I’ve already made the appointment for 4 PM. If that works for you, I’ll pick you up at the hospital.]

After a pause, Louisa replied: (Okay, thank you

That was it. No more messages passed between them.

But George showed up rally, at eleven instead of the afternoon, carrying kanchy,

Sadie and Flora were irritated just seeing him, but knowing they needed to discuss the divorce, they quietly slipped out.

George opened the containers of food and placed them on the table by her beid. “It something.”

“Thank you.”

as their final meal together. They ate in silence, as if all the past hurts had never existed.

It was

George kept glancing up at her throughout the meal–the last day, the last meal–a wordless melancholy surrounding hin

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Louisa grew uneasy under his gaze. Was he having second thoughts again? Even after ten years together, she often couldn’t tell what he was thinking.

Fortunately, he showed no signs of changing his mind. After lunch, be handled her discharge paperwork, then drove her to the courthouse

On the way, he drove painfully slow, barely reaching 12 mph. The divorce was happening, for real. But he just couldn’t let go.

He wished this road had no end, that he could keep driving with her forever, until the end of time.

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