After the Affair: Falling into a Billionaire's Arms Chapter 73

Louisa barely controlled her anger, her voice growing colder. "George, you're the one who cheated, you're the one who hurt me time and again. 

"You think saying 'I don't agree to divorce' makes this go away? After what your mother and your mistress did to me, I can absolutely file for divorce."

Her determination to divorce was unwavering. George felt miserable inside. But over the phone, many things couldn't be properly explained.

He insisted firmly, "I'll say it again—if you want a divorce, come home and tell me to my face."

Damn it! Louisa was so angry she hung up on him.

George knew this meant she was coming. It had always been like this—no matter how angry she got, she would eventually give in to him. His heart suddenly filled with confidence. He would definitely make her change her mind.

He glanced down at the beer bottles scattered across the floor. Knowing how much she valued cleanliness, he quickly tidied up the living room and opened the windows to let fresh air circulate and dispel the alcohol smell. 

Then he went upstairs to the bedroom, showered, and made himself presentable. He wanted to appear fresh and put-together when facing her.

Little did he know, Louisa was too furious to speak after his stubborn refusal. After hanging up, she threw her phone onto the sofa.

Flora, who was eating in the dining room, glanced at her. "You should have known—tricking him into signing divorce papers wouldn't make this easy."

Louisa had no response. She couldn't understand what George was still holding onto. At this point, wouldn't a clean break be better for everyone?

Flora comforted her, "Don't waste your energy being angry at that jerk. Let's eat first, then I'll go with you."

Louisa sat down at the table. "You don't need to come with me. I can handle it. You haven't been to your studio in days—go take care of your work."

"Are you sure you'll be okay alone?" Flora worried.

"Why wouldn't I be? At this point, anything he does will only speed up the divorce. He can't be that stupid."

"I suppose you're right." Flora didn't insist further. They left together, and Flora dropped Louisa off at George's villa before driving away.

Louisa walked in alone. The home she had lived in for seven years, with its familiar surroundings, now felt somewhat foreign to her.

By now, George had cleaned himself up and was sitting on the living room sofa, waiting for her return. 

Hearing her doorbell, he immediately went to open the door, casually saying, "I haven't changed the password, and your fingerprint still works. You could have just let yourself in."

Of course, he wasn't reluctant to open the door for her—he just felt that her ringing the doorbell and him answering was too formal, too distant. 

Little did he know, Louisa was thinking precisely that it wouldn't be appropriate to use the password as if it were still her home, given they were divorcing.

But she didn't want to dwell on this. "Why did you call me here?" she asked directly. There was no need to pretend to be cordial anymore, so her tone was cold, her face expressionless.

Seeing her like this pained George. He carefully asked, "Are you hungry? I can order something for breakfast, and we can talk while we eat."

Louisa grew impatient and gave him a cold look. "George, I didn't come here to eat. There's no need for this pretense between us anymore. Just tell me what issues you still have with the divorce."

Her constant mention of divorce irritated him. He stepped aside to let her pass. "Come in first, then we'll talk."

Louisa hesitated briefly. Standing in the doorway indeed wasn't ideal for this conversation. She walked in and sat down on the living room sofa.

George followed closely, pushing a fruit platter toward her on the coffee table. "Grapes—your favorite. I washed them for you."

Each grape still had water droplets on it, clearly freshly washed. 

How ironic, she thought. For months, she'd prepared dinner every night waiting for him, and he never came home. Now he was washing fruit for her.

She glanced at the grapes but didn't take any. "Tell me, what will it take for you to agree to the divorce?"

The same question again. George frowned, muttering, "Is that all you have to say?"

His comment almost made Louisa laugh. What else was there to discuss between them? She realized he really had nothing substantial to say—he simply didn't want the divorce.

She nodded, deciding to be direct. "Fine, let's talk about something else. The collaboration between the Capulet Group and the Price Group—there's still no solution, right?"

At this, George's dull eyes suddenly brightened as he looked at her. "Honey, you know about this? You still care about the Capulet Group, about me, don't you? I knew it. All that divorce talk was just anger speaking. You still love me." He reached for her hand as he spoke.

Louisa immediately pulled away. "Don't touch me."

George withdrew his hand, looking like a dejected puppy.

Louisa spoke bluntly, "I'm not concerned about you. I'm just clarifying the situation. 

"First, you cheated and fell for someone else, which shows you no longer have feelings for me. 

"Second, your mother has always looked down on my background, thinking I'm not good enough for the Capulet family. You must think the same, or you wouldn't have made me sign a prenup and agree to hide our marriage. 

"Third, the Capulet Group and Price Group are probably still worried about your collaboration. A marriage alliance would be the perfect solution."

She gave a small laugh and looked at him. "From where I stand, divorcing me is your best option. It validates your true feelings for your Vivi, satisfies your mother's desire for a socially equal match, and puts your business collaboration on the right track. It's all benefit, no downside for you. So why won't you agree to divorce?"