After the Affair Falling into a Billionaire's Arms novel Chapter 50

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

George felt an overwhelming urgency to confront Louisa; her continued evasion was becoming unbearable.

‘What a jerk,’ Louisa thought bitterly, cursing him silently in her mind.

Despite her resentment, she hesitated to disclose her new address or drag Flora into their messy situation. With a reluctant sigh, she finally acquiesced, “Fine, I’ll come back in half an hour.”

Once she ended the call, Flora erupted in frustration, “That bastard! Who does he think he is to talk to you like that?”

“He’s been like this for months now,” Louisa replied, her voice steady but laced with resignation.

The truth was, George’s love for her had dwindled to nothing, leaving him devoid of patience or kindness.

Louisa understood this all too well, and in her heart, she felt it didn’t matter anymore.

Flora’s concern was palpable as she insisted, “I’ll go with you. Just in case he tries to hurt you again.”

Louisa shook her head firmly. “No, it’s fine. I can handle this alone. You don’t need to get involved.”

Even though George was domineering, controlling, and unfaithful, she knew he wasn’t completely unhinged.

A little over thirty minutes later, Louisa stepped into her home.

As soon as she entered, she spotted George slouched on the living room sofa, his expression dark and brooding.

His eyes, bloodshot and glaring, locked onto her as she crossed the threshold.

Louisa took a deep breath, maintaining her composure as she approached him. “What is it?” she asked, her tone calm, even though her heart raced.

George didn’t respond immediately; he simply stared at her, as if trying to decipher her unwavering calmness.

Was she really going to stand there, unflinching, without any intention of discussing the brewing storm between them?

He cut to the chase, his voice sharp. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Tell you what?” Louisa replied, her brow furrowing in genuine confusion.

*About what my mother did. Why didn’t you say anything?”

Louisa nearly burst into laughter at the absurdity of it all.

His heart had long since turned cold towards her, and she was in the process of divorcing him—what was there left to say?

She offered him a faint smile, a hint of sarcasm dancing in her eyes. “You seemed preoccupied, so I didn’t want to bother you.”

“But you told Julian? You conspired with him to stab me in the back?”

“What does he have to do with this?” Louisa shot back, feeling the heat of indignation rise within her.

“What does he have to do with it?” George seethed, his voice dripping with contempt. “Don’t tell me you didn’t know Julian froze the project loans for the Capulet Group and Price Group.”

Louisa frowned, genuinely perplexed. She had no idea.

Her interactions with Julian were limited, but she had always found him to be reliable. If he had taken such drastic action, there had to be a solid reason behind it.

George watched her calm exit, irritation simmering beneath the surface. But the Capulet-Price collaboration still required his attention.

With a reluctant sigh, he knew he had no choice but to return to the office.

Meanwhile, the atmosphere at Julian’s end was far from peaceful.

In the conference room of the Tudor Group, Percy was beseeching several senior board members, his expression a mixture of despair and frustration.

He had approved the Capulet-Price project loan following all the proper procedures; it was a surefire profitable venture. Now, Julian had frozen it without a satisfactory explanation—how could this be justified?

Most board members held Julian in high regard and defended him, “I’m sure Mr. Tudor has his reasons.”

But a few dissenters were quick to voice their concerns, “I acknowledge his abilities, but he’s still a man—vulnerable to feminine wiles. I’ve met this Louisa Forbes. She’s capable, shrewd, and dangerously beautiful. Our young Mr. Tudor might well be influenced by his attraction to her.”

Percy nodded emphatically, feeling the weight of their words. “I’ve heard this Louisa has connections with many corporate executives, including a questionable relationship with George Capulet.”

“Recently, our Mr. Tudor spent $200 million at an auction on Business Philosophy, not for the benefit of the Tudor Group, but as a gift for this woman. Clearly, our Mr. Tudor has fallen under her spell.”

Several others murmured in agreement, their skepticism about Julian growing.

The opposing faction attempted to defend Julian, but their position weakened under the weight of such compelling arguments.

What could they say against such accusations?

Teddy, having caught wind of the situation, rushed to report to Julian.

Julian was seated in his office, reviewing documents with a focused expression. Hearing Teddy’s urgent tone, he remained composed, casually asking, “Is it time?”