After the Affair: Falling into a Billionaire's Arms Chapter 70

Louisa didn't share Sadie and Flora's furious outrage. She had anticipated that if the Capulet and Price families joined forces, even with solid evidence, Sadie alone would struggle against two legal teams.

After a moment's thought, Louisa calmly said, "It's okay. You should come back now."

Before Sadie could respond, Flora's fiery temper erupted. "We're just letting them off? What are we afraid of? I'll call the Young Group's lawyers if I have to. I refuse to believe we can't deal with that little tramp Vivian."

Flora's righteous indignation made Louisa smile.

"How can you still laugh?" Flora asked, bewildered.

"I'm happy that you both care so much about me," Louisa replied, squeezing Flora's hand earnestly. "But in this matter, please listen to me. Let's not involve the Young family."

Dealing with someone like Vivian was well within her capabilities, but she wouldn't drag her friends into it.

After calming Flora down, Louisa gave Sadie a few more instructions before ending the call.

Sadie understood Louisa was looking out for her, but she couldn't swallow her anger. She didn't want to let those scumbags off so easily.

Just then, George emerged from the police station. The police had cleared him of involvement in the case, but nearly twenty hours in detention had left him disheveled—unshaven, hair a mess, white shirt missing several buttons, his eyes dull and lifeless.

Sadie didn't care about his appearance. She rushed forward and grabbed his arm.

"What do you want?" he asked impatiently.

"What do I want?" Sadie laughed bitterly. "I should be asking you that. Your affair was bad enough. Your repeated hurting of Louisa was bad enough. Now your mistress and your mother did this to Louisa, and you have the nerve to send your lawyers to bail them out? 

"Louisa was nearly destroyed by them. What about her suffering? She loved you so much, was so good to you, and you hurt her like this for some tramp. Where is your conscience?"

Her anger mounted with each word.

George initially remained silent, letting her vent. But as she continued, his brows furrowed deeply. "I didn't send lawyers to bail out Vivian. After what she did to Louisa, I won't let her off."

Sadie hadn't believed him at first, but seeing the disgust and coldness in his eyes when he mentioned Vivian, she calmed down. "So what will you do next?"

"I'll withdraw the Capulet Group's legal team. Whether it's Vivian or my mother, they'll face whatever judgment comes. I won't interfere. I won't let Louisa suffer any more injustice."

Seeing he didn't appear to be lying, Sadie laughed coldly. "Now you realize Louisa's suffering? Too late! She'll never forgive you—not in this lifetime!"

Her words cut into George's heart like a knife. He remembered Louisa's resolute expression when she mentioned divorce. 

His heart ached. Without responding further to Sadie, he returned home, utterly dejected.

The house was the same, but Louisa's presence had vanished. Looking at the empty living room, he realized everything connected to her was gone—her drinking cup, the cushion she always hugged on the sofa, her small blanket, even the flowers and plants she had carefully tended.

The sight stung his eyes.

He went upstairs to their master bedroom. Her clothes had disappeared from the closet—not a single piece remained. Her skincare products were gone from the dressing table. The jewelry box stood empty. Even their wedding photo on the wall had been replaced with a landscape picture.

He couldn't believe it. How could she erase all traces of her existence overnight?

He searched the villa frantically, but discovered, devastatingly, that nothing remained. 

In the kitchen, all the tableware she had bought, the bowls she had used—gone. In the study, all her books and office supplies—gone. Everything related to her had been cleared out completely, as if she had never existed.

How had she managed to remove everything connected to her right under his nose?

He sat on the living room sofa and closed his eyes in agony. "Louisa, I know I was wrong. Please come back..."

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Meanwhile, at Cozy Community, Sadie had returned, but instead of going to her own place, she went directly to Louisa's apartment, placing some food she'd bought on the coffee table.

Louisa and Flora were already there. They had prepared dinner and were just waiting for Sadie. The three women brought the dishes to the coffee table and sat on the floor around it.

Louisa served a small bowl of soup and placed it in front of Sadie. "Ms. Watson, you deserve the first serving after all your hard work today."

Seeing Louisa's cheerful demeanor, Sadie felt a pang. "It wasn't hard—just doing my job. But I saw George today."

She hesitated before continuing, "This case had nothing to do with him, so they released him. He looked... regretful and in pain. He told me he won't interfere with the case and will withdraw the Capulet Group's lawyers."

She paused, looking at Louisa. "I think he still has feelings for you."

She said this hoping it might ease Louisa's heart, considering the ten years of love she had invested. They had all witnessed how George had once cherished Louisa like a precious treasure.

"It doesn't matter anymore," Louisa replied with a faint smile that held coldness and determination. "Everything between us ended the day he cheated."

She didn't want to discuss George further and focused on her meal.

Flora noticed and changed the subject, asking Sadie, "What about the Price Group? Without the Capulet Group as a partner, the Price family can't be so arrogant now, right? That little tramp Vivian should be sentenced in the next few days, shouldn't she?"