After the Affair Falling into a Billionaire's Arms novel Chapter 79

**Clocks Lie To Hearts by Asa River Flint**
**Chapter 79**

A chilling laugh escaped Sadie’s lips, a sound devoid of warmth. “You know, I had that divorce agreement ready to go the moment Louisa struck a deal with your mother. But she kept stalling, hoping against hope that you might change.”

She leaned forward, her eyes narrowing as she continued, “But what did you do instead? You told her you had booked tickets to Frostholm to see the northern lights. Can you believe it? She was genuinely thrilled, George! She looked forward to it like a child waiting for Christmas morning. But instead, you used that trip as a cover to whisk your mistress away. You two frolicked under the aurora, kissing and making those silly heart signs like you were teenagers in love.”

Sadie’s voice grew sharper, laced with bitterness. “Meanwhile, Louisa sat alone, eating her birthday cake, while your mistress sent her mocking photos. In that moment, it hit her like a ton of bricks—you had completely erased her from your heart. If you had remembered even a fraction of the love you once shared, you would never have committed such a heartless act on her special day.”

“Louisa made a choice that day, George. She chose to end it all, not because she’s weak, but because she’s above stooping to the level of your mistress. She simply wanted you out of her life.”

As Sadie spoke, the gravity of Louisa’s resolve hung in the air. “When she made that decision, she was unwavering. She sold everything that reminded her of your time together. She even burned all your wedding photos, watching the flames consume the memories.”

Sadie’s voice softened momentarily, but the intensity returned as she described the finality of Louisa’s actions. “She did it all right in front of you—sold every last item, set fire to your shared past, and made you sign those divorce papers on her birthday. She called it a gift to herself—a vow never to look back.”

Sadie closed her eyes, the pain evident on her face as she wiped away the tears that threatened to spill. “I’m not sharing this to condemn you, but to make you realize that she will never come back. Not ever.”

“If you feel any remorse at all, then complete the divorce process with dignity. Pay her the compensation she deserves. Let’s end this with a shred of respect for the ten years you spent together.”

George sat in stunned silence, the weight of Sadie’s words crashing down on him like a relentless wave. Each syllable struck him deep, igniting a physical pain that felt as though it could shatter him entirely.

After what felt like an eternity, he snatched the divorce agreement from the table and tore it into pieces, the sound of ripping paper echoing in the room. “This is unacceptable! I love her! I’ve always loved her!” he shouted, his voice filled with desperation.

Sadie watched the fragments flutter through the air, her heart sinking. Had she truly wasted her breath on him?

George rose from the sofa, a fierce determination in his eyes. “Those things she sold and burned—I will find every single one of them! And I’ll win her heart back too! I can fix this! She will be by my side forever!”

“Damn it!” Sadie exclaimed, frustration boiling over. “George, tearing up those papers changes nothing! I anticipated this move, so you’ve only destroyed a copy. We have the original. This divorce is happening whether you like it or not!”

What a fool he was. Now that he was desperate, where was all this devotion when it mattered?

George’s expression shifted, a cold arrogance settling in. “Tell Louisa, wherever she is, that I will find her! Don’t you dare think about divorce!”

Sadie, too furious to respond, stormed out of the room.

Just then, Jared entered, his eyes widening at the sight of the scattered paper remnants. “Mr. Capulet, Mr. Price is waiting to see you,” he announced, his tone neutral.

Caden? George wasn’t in the mood for visitors. All he could think about was Louisa and the aching void her absence left.

He glanced at Sadie, then gestured toward the door. “Ms. Watson, after you.”

Sadie’s frustration boiled over; she wanted to knock some sense into him. With his current attitude, this divorce was going to be a battle. She stormed out, leaving George to stew in his thoughts.

“Did you find out where Louisa’s staying?” he finally asked Jared, urgency creeping into his voice.

But with Julian’s involvement, her release was blocked again. Frustrated and desperate, Caden had come to consult with George, hoping for a new solution.

Meanwhile, at the Tudor Group, it was lunchtime. Louisa knew the company had its own cafeteria, yet she was uncertain of its location. She considered asking her colleagues, but they were all too shrewd, having picked up on Teresa’s hints to isolate her.

Not wanting to intrude on their circle, Louisa stepped outside and bought a simple sandwich and a bottle of water from a nearby convenience store.

The area surrounding the Tudor Group was picturesque, with streams and lakes adorned by elegant pavilions. At lunchtime, the lakeside offered a rare moment of tranquility.

She made her way to the second floor of one of the pavilions, leaning against the railing as she admired the stunning scenery. The gentle breeze caressed her face, lifting her spirits ever so slightly.

As she unwrapped her sandwich, faint voices reached her ears. She strained to listen, but the words were indistinct.

There shouldn’t be anyone else here, she thought, her curiosity piqued.

Drawn by the sound, she approached a corner pavilion. Peeking around the edge, her heart stopped in shock.

Before her stood her two bosses—Julian and Teresa.

From Louisa’s vantage point, she could only see Julian’s back. Teresa faced him, standing on her tiptoes, her arms draped over his shoulders, fingers intertwined behind his neck.

A wave of disbelief washed over Louisa, and she felt as though the ground beneath her was crumbling.