After the Affair Falling into a Billionaire's Arms novel Chapter 63

**TITLE: Clocks Lie To Hearts by Asa River Flint**
**Chapter 63**

Hazel stood there, a whirlwind of emotions coursing through her as she processed Vivian’s unexpected betrayal. The once sweet and dutiful Vivian, whom she had always admired, was now thrusting the weight of their shared misdeeds squarely onto her shoulders. Hazel’s heart raced, disbelief etched across her features. She had never envisioned that their friendship could unravel in such a dramatic fashion.

“Vivian, you can’t be serious!” Hazel exclaimed, her voice trembling with indignation. “You’re the one who orchestrated this whole mess—what does it have to do with me?”

Vivian’s eyes flashed with anger, her voice sharp as a knife. “It was you! You were the one who claimed Louisa was greedy, demanding an outrageous sum of money to divorce George. You didn’t want to part with a single penny, so you came to me, asking me to deal with her!”

“Liar!” Hazel shot back, her voice rising. “You were the desperate one, willing to do anything to keep George. You wanted Louisa out of the picture, and now you’re trying to pin it all on me!”

“Weren’t you the one who invited Louisa to the club?” Vivian retorted, her tone accusatory. “When she refused, you had the Capulet family’s bodyguards kidnap her. They’re witnesses to your actions!”

Hazel felt a wave of panic wash over her. She couldn’t deny the truth in Vivian’s words. Unlike her friend, she wouldn’t twist the facts completely.

Flustered and desperate, she stammered, “You told me you could help me save money! I trusted you, and I had Louisa brought there. I didn’t know you would go that far!”

As soon as the words left her lips, Hazel felt a sinking sensation in her stomach. It was a confession that hung heavy in the air, and she realized with dread that it was too late to retract. The truth was out, and everyone present understood the implications.

Vivian and Hazel had conspired together, and now the evidence was undeniable.

Hazel’s body trembled with a mix of fury and betrayal as she glared at Vivian, her silence a testament to her boiling rage.

The Price family, protective of their daughter, turned their ire towards Hazel. “How could you, at your age, incite my daughter to harm someone? She’s so young—what does she know? You must take full responsibility for this!”

“Not so young,” a voice from the crowd interjected. “Your daughter is 25—she’s legally an adult.”

Hazel seized upon this opportunity, her voice rising in defiance. “Exactly! Why should I bear the weight of her actions? I’m not her parent!”

The Price family countered vehemently, “Because you’re her elder! You can’t accept her respect during marriage negotiations and then wash your hands of responsibility when things go awry.”

The argument escalated into a cacophony of voices, each family defending their position with fervor.

Onlookers stood in stunned silence, unable to comprehend how a seemingly innocent birthday celebration could devolve into such chaos.

Louisa, watching from the sidelines, felt a mix of disbelief and sorrow. She hadn’t anticipated that two individuals—two families that had once shared affection—could turn on each other so brutally.

Indeed, matters of wealth and life’s harsh realities often unveiled the darkest facets of human nature.

Her gaze drifted to George, who appeared frozen in shock, his expression a blend of disbelief and despair. He had basked in the glow of success for so long, and now he was facing the bitter taste of humiliation. The weight of his infidelity was crashing down on him, and she couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy for the man who had once held so much promise.

But this was the price he had to pay for his choices.

Vivian, stripped of her former grace and dignity, now resembled a frazzled shadow of her former self. Her carefully styled hair was a disheveled mess, tears streaking her once flawless makeup. In a moment of desperation, she crawled toward Louisa, her demeanor frantic and wild.

“Louisa, please!” she begged, clutching the hem of Louisa’s dress as if it were a lifeline. “I was wrong. I truly apologize. Your injuries, the poison, the HIV—I’ll find people to help you, I’ll pay for your treatment.”

Her voice trembled with urgency. “You love money, right? I can give you a fortune. Just please, let me go.”

The memories flooded her mind: the first time when David had attempted to drag her into a hotel room, the second when she found herself trapped in a burning room, and the third when she was drugged and surrounded by men with malicious intent.

It was as if he appeared just when she needed him most, a guardian angel sent from above.

All these memories coalesced in her mind, and she felt warmth spread through her as she thought of him. “If you want to call him a divine being, then so be it. He truly is my guardian angel.”

As she spoke those words, she momentarily forgot that this “angel” was standing just behind her, listening intently.

Julian, hearing her declaration, couldn’t help but smile slightly. At least she acknowledged his efforts.

But Vivian was unwilling to accept this new reality, her voice rising in a shriek of disbelief. “That’s impossible! Even if someone tried to save you, they couldn’t have arrived at the perfect moment! You must have been raped, you must have…”

Her frantic cries were filled with rage and desperation.

The crowd began to murmur among themselves, their whispers growing louder. Being part of high society, they were all aware of the infamous Dawnlight Club—known for its exclusivity and strict client confidentiality.

So, perhaps Vivian’s claims held some truth.

Seeing Louisa’s silence, Vivian’s confidence surged, and she shouted, “I’m right, aren’t I? You just don’t want George to know you’re tainted, right? You made all of this up!”

“Bring your savior out here if you can!”