Chapter 8

Louisa felt she owed a thank you to that man who had saved her life.

However, after checking all the records, the nurse shook her head. "The person who brought you in didn't leave any information."

Louisa was surprised: Someone who did good deeds without seeking recognition? That was rare these days.

She thanked the nurse anyway.

By then, George had completed the discharge procedures and approached with a bag of medication. "Let's go," he said.

Louisa remained silent.

Though she didn't want to leave with him or ride in his car—she found it disgusting—she knew he wouldn't let her go alone.

So she didn't bother arguing.

Back home, she went straight to her room.

Since discovering his affair, she couldn't bear to share a bed with him and had moved to an unused bedroom.

George kept himself busy, first turning on the heating, then heading to the kicthen to make some porridge.

Although Louisa had recovered from yesterday's extreme pain, her nerves remained tense, and she had little energy.

She lay in bed and dozed off.

She slept until George finished making the porridge and entered with a tray, waking her.

"You haven't eaten anything yet. Have some porridge first, and take your medicine." He sat beside her on the bed, gently feeding her the porridge.

This scene suddenly transported her back to their courtship days and early marriage, when he would care for her so attentively whenever she felt unwell, handling everything himself.

For a moment, she had the illusion that he still loved her deeply.

Just then, his phone, placed on the bedside table, began to ring.

Louisa instinctively glanced over and saw a name flashing on the screen: [Vivi.]

An intimate nickname.

Suddenly, Louisa felt intensely nauseated, almost vomiting what she had just eaten.

George hadn't noticed her expression because as soon as the phone rang, he immediately reached for it and turned it face down.

The phone rang for a while before stopping on its own.

But immediately after, WhatsApp notification sounds began—one after another, an uninterrupted bombardment of messages echoing through the quiet room, brazenly challenging Louisa's presence.

Louisa gave George a cool glance. "Aren't you going to answer that?"

George's attention had clearly been captured by the relentless notifications, his eyes repeatedly darting toward the phone.

However, instead of picking it up, he simply muted it.

Finally, everything was quiet.

He didn't respond to her question, instead offering her a glass of warm water. "Take your medicine first. Get a good night's sleep, and you should feel better by tomorrow."

Louisa took the medicine and lay down.

Seeing her close her eyes, with the sound of steady breathing suggesting she was asleep, George didn't linger a minute longer. He grabbed his phone and left.

In the hallway, he immediately called Vivian back in a hushed voice: "I'm coming over now. Wait for me, don't go anywhere..."

Little did he know, Louisa wasn't asleep at all.

In the dark room, she quietly opened her eyes, her clear gaze reflecting an icy light.

She heard him hurrying downstairs, heard him taking his car keys, heard him opening and closing the door.

After last night's profound suffering, she had no expectations left for George.

When a man's heart began to change, it was just like fruit going bad—rotting from the inside out.

She wondered why, given everything, he was still playing the role of a devoted lover in front of her.

She laughed bitterly.

...

When George returned, it was already past six in the morning. Daylight had broken.

Louisa was already up and had even prepared breakfast. She sat calmly at the dining table, eating.

He clearly hadn't expected her to wake so early. He hesitated, his face showing a flash of discomfort as he asked, "Why didn't you sleep longer?"

"I slept enough," she replied calmly.

George frowned slightly. Seeing her so composed, as if she knew nothing and nothing had happened, he relaxed.

Little did he know that Louisa had already smelled the strong perfume on him, noticed the kiss mark on his throat, and seen the lipstick stains on his shirt.

"I'm going to shower," he said, heading upstairs.

Louisa remained silent.

By the time they needed to leave for work, he emerged from his room.

Coincidentally, she too was dressed and coming out of her room.

Though husband and wife, they were sleeping in separate rooms.

He seemed displeased. "I don't understand why you moved to this room. When are you moving back?"

"My sleep quality hasn't been good lately. I didn't want to disturb you or have you disturb me. Let's keep it this way for now. We can reconsider when my sleep improves." She brushed off his question casually and prepared to go downstairs.

Only then did George notice her outfit—a light khaki blazer with matching shorts, looking both refreshing and professional.

Unsure of her intentions, he asked, "Are you going to the office?"

Louisa responded with a casual glance.

George took her silence as confirmation and, after a moment's thought, said, "You're not feeling well. Just rest at home. I've approved your resignation letter. And... Jared will take over your duties—there's nothing to hand over, so you don't need to go to the office."

He hesitated when mentioning Jared. Actually, he probably meant to say Vivian, didn't he?

Louisa understood but didn't call him out. She simply smiled. "That works for me. From now on, we won't discuss business at home. I won't ask, and you don't need to tell me. I'll just focus on enjoying my life."

He shouldn't think he could use her to charge into battle when the company faced problems, then steal her achievements once issues were resolved before kicking her aside.

She wasn't so easily exploited.