After the Affair Falling into a Billionaire's Arms novel Chapter 65

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

George’s seemingly courteous words dripped with an unmistakable chill, a possessiveness that sent shivers down the spines of those present.

The atmosphere grew thick with tension, as if time itself had paused, and every pair of eyes fixated on the unfolding drama.

What was transpiring? Was George openly challenging Julian? Had the narrative shifted from two women embroiled in a fierce rivalry over one man to two men now vying for the affections of a single woman?

Could it truly be happening? Louisa was undeniably stunning—radiant, in fact, with an allure that ignited a primal urge in men to conquer. Yet, she was a married woman. Julian, her steadfast protector, might shield her from harm, but could he genuinely pursue her in this tangled web of emotions?

All gazes shifted to Julian, anticipation hanging in the air. Before he could gather his thoughts to respond, Louisa took the initiative, her voice cutting through the silence like a knife.

She fixed George with a frosty glare. “I’m sorry, but we’ve already signed the divorce papers. There is no relationship left between us, and you have no right to express gratitude on my behalf.”

“That’s impossible!” George’s voice was laced with disbelief. Panic surged through him, constricting his heart, yet he clung desperately to the hope that this was merely a ruse.

After all, she had threatened to leave him countless times, but she had never followed through.

He couldn’t fathom that she would truly abandon him, not when he was certain of her love for him. Yet, the more he tried to convince himself of her devotion, the more terror gripped him.

His voice quavered, betraying his fear. “You’re lying to me. This is about Vivian, isn’t it? You’re just trying to hurt me, right?”

He held his breath, waiting for her to reveal that it was all an elaborate deception.

Instead, her eyes bore an icy glare—a chilling finality. “George, when you cheated time and again, when you repeatedly turned your back on me for your Vivian, when you orchestrated that cruel scheme last night to destroy me—you should have realized it was over.”

“No! No!” George’s head shook vigorously, as if he could physically deny the truth. “The cheating was real, but I had no idea about last night. I never intended to hurt you. I could never do that to you…”

Louisa’s laughter rang out—a hollow, desolate sound that hung in the cool night air. The crowd seemed to collectively forget to breathe, captivated by her sorrowful resonance. Many women in the vicinity felt an unspoken connection to her pain.

She chose not to answer George’s desperate pleas. Instead, she reached into her purse and retrieved a document. The cover bore the stark words “Divorce Agreement” in bold letters, a symbol of finality.

George’s gaze locked onto the paper, anguish etched across his features.

Louisa unfurled it slowly, her fingers trembling as she turned to the last page, revealing his signature. “George, take a look at the date you signed this. Do you remember that day?”

“Do you know what day it was?”

“Did you believe I only discovered your infidelities today? I was aware from the very beginning. Every hotel stay, every clandestine meeting, every trip, every public display of affection—I knew it all.”

“The day you signed these divorce papers was my birthday. I spent that day alone, drowning in sorrow as I watched photos of you kissing her beneath the Northern Lights. Can you fathom how that felt?”

“No, no, no.” George continued to shake his head, disbelief etched on his face. He could not accept this reality. The thought of losing her was unbearable; he could not envision a life without her warmth.

George remained fixated on Louisa, his world narrowing down to her presence alone, while Julian cast a casual glance at the divorce papers clutched in Louisa’s hand.

Flora and Sadie emerged alongside the police, their expressions a mix of concern and urgency.

The Price family snapped back to the present, their eyes darting to Louisa. “Did you call them?”

Louisa ignored their inquiries, her gaze icy as it fell upon the frantic Vivian. “Your George, whom you would do anything to possess, is merely a tarnished man I no longer desire. That is the fundamental difference between us.”

Ten years of youth, ten years of love—she could relinquish it all. What was one man compared to the essence of her being?

As the police led Vivian away, along with Hazel and George, the five men who had attempted to assault Louisa and the female server were also apprehended.

With ample evidence and witnesses to corroborate the events, there was no room left for debate. The dramatic spectacle had finally reached its inevitable conclusion.

Flora and Sadie rushed to Louisa, concern etched on their faces. “Louisa, are you alright?”

Louisa offered them a faint smile, shaking her head gently. “I’m fine.”

Her gaze then shifted to Julian, a glimmer of gratitude in her eyes. “Mr. Tudor, thank you.”