After the Affair Falling into a Billionaire's Arms novel Chapter 3

**Clocks Lie To Hearts by Asa River Flint**
**Chapter 3**

As Louisa listened to Sadie unleash her frustrations about George, a wave of suppressed emotions surged within her, bursting forth in unexpected laughter. It was a sound that seemed to echo the chaos of her heart.

Yet, for Sadie, that laughter was a dagger. “Damn that George!” she exclaimed, her voice rising with indignation. “Has he completely forgotten that half of The Capulet Group’s empire was built on your hard work? How can he be so blind?”

Her anger swelled with each word. “It’s infuriating enough that he doesn’t appreciate your sacrifices, but you put your career on hold at its zenith to focus on him and your marriage. Isn’t that enough? And now he needs a mistress on the side? What is wrong with him?”

Louisa chuckled softly, a sound tinged with resignation. “You know, a man’s infidelity isn’t a reflection of a woman’s worth. Even the strongest chain can’t hold back a dog determined to run free.”

Sadie nodded vigorously, her eyes blazing with determination. “Exactly! The moment that one-month countdown is over, we’re out of there. Not a single minute wasted! Let him wallow in his regrets!”

After a brief silence, Sadie leaned in, her curiosity piqued. “So, what’s your plan now?”

Louisa paused, contemplating her next move. “I had originally envisioned starting my own business, but after assessing my resources, I realized that nearly everything ties back to George. I don’t want to remain intertwined with him after the divorce.”

A thoughtful expression crossed her face. “So, I’m considering finding a job, rebuilding my network, and then starting fresh when the time feels right.”

Sadie regarded her with admiration. “That makes perfect sense. Let me think… what about The Tudor Group?”

“The Tudor Group?” Louisa echoed, her interest piqued. She was aware of their reputation. Julian Tudor, the current head, was the third son of the illustrious Tudor family, known for their elite status.

He was an enigma, shrouded in mystery—almost nothing about him could be found online. He was notorious for avoiding media interviews and shunning public appearances. Under his leadership, The Tudor Group had flourished, doubling in size in just three years, evolving into a true conglomerate that spanned multiple industries.

Sadie’s enthusiasm was palpable. “If you joined them, you could really make a name for yourself. What do you think? Interested?”

Louisa couldn’t help but smile at her friend’s fervor. “You’re giving me far too much credit. It’s not merely about my interest—opportunities at The Tudor Group are not exactly abundant.”

Sadie looked at her incredulously. “Have you been under George’s thumb for so long that you’ve forgotten you were once a business prodigy? You have the skills!”

Louisa fell silent for a moment, her mind racing through memories of her past successes. “We’ll see. I need to complete the handover process first, anyway.”

“Fair enough,” Sadie replied, glancing at her watch. She was about to suggest dinner when Louisa’s phone buzzed insistently.

It was Jared, George’s special assistant.

His voice came through, urgent and clipped. “Ms. Forbes, are you available? Could you come to the office immediately?”

Louisa’s heart sank. “What’s this about?” she asked, her tone icy.

Jared hesitated, the tension palpable. “It’s hard to explain over the phone. You’ll understand when you arrive.”

In the background, Louisa thought she heard muffled sobs. A chill ran through her, but she didn’t press for details. After hanging up, she turned to Sadie. “I have to go. I’ll talk to you later.”

As she made her way back to The Capulet Group, the evening had already descended, casting a shadow over the building.

She headed straight for the executive floor. When the elevator doors opened, she was greeted by the sight of Vivian emerging from George’s office, her eyes red and swollen—a clear sign of distress.

So, she was the one crying, Louisa thought with a smirk that barely masked her disdain, already piecing together what had unfolded.

Jared approached her, his demeanor serious. “Ms. Forbes, Mr. Capulet is waiting for you in his office.”

Louisa nodded, her heart steadying as she approached the door. She knocked lightly, then entered without hesitation.

“What did you need?” she asked, her tone cool and detached.

But she had no desire to enlighten him. Instead, she simply stated, “I’m tired. I want to rest.”

George nodded, no longer probing. “I’ll approve your resignation request soon. Once the Taylor Group project is wrapped up, you can take a well-deserved break.”

Louisa didn’t respond, simply taking the project contract from his hand.

Seeing her compliance, George felt a wave of relief wash over him. He longed to embrace her as he once did, to offer her comfort.

But she had already turned to leave, her back to him.

In that moment, as she walked away, her expression shifted into one of cold determination.

Her resignation had been acknowledged. The divorce agreement had been signed. She no longer needed to wear a mask in front of him.

In just one month, they would be severed completely.

…

Back in her office, Louisa wasted no time. She rescheduled her meeting with the Taylor Group and reserved a table at Dreamscape Club, the most exclusive venue in Silverlight City.

As the clock struck 6:30 PM, she quickly refreshed her makeup, gathered the contracts, and prepared to head to the club.

But as she arrived at her parking spot, her heart sank. There was George’s car, parked right next to hers.

He sat in the driver’s seat, with Vivian beside him in the passenger seat.

George rolled down the window, a determined look on his face. “Get in. I’m coming with you.”