Ela Osaretin

"Lucien, let's get a divorce," I said in a peremptory tone that was long overdue, the most decisive farewell to this absurd marriage.
We had been married for exactly three years—three years that, for me, were filled with nothing but endless loneliness and torment.
For three years, the husband who should have stood by my side through every storm, Lucien Sullivan, had completely disappeared from my life as if he had never existed. He vanished without a trace, leaving me alone to endure this empty, desolate marriage.
Today, I finally received his message:
"I'm back. Come pick me up at the airport."
When I read his words, my heart leapt with joy, and I raced to the airport, thinking that he finally understood my love and was coming back to me. But his cruelty was far worse than I could have ever imagined—he was accompanied by a pregnant woman, and that woman was Carla, my closest and most trusted friend.
In that moment, all of my previous excitement, all my hope, and all of our shared laughter and tears turned into the sharpest of daggers, stabbing into my heart and leaving me gasping for air.
Now, all I want is to escape from this place that has left me so broken—to lick my wounds in solitude. Even if these wounds will remain with me for the rest of my life, I refuse to have anything to do with him ever again.
He should know that it was his own hand that trampled our love underfoot, that his coldness and betrayal created this irreparable situation. But when he heard those words, he desperately clung to this broken, crumbling marriage, unwilling to let it end—almost as though doing so could rewind time and return everything to how it used to be.
"Aurora, come back. I regret everything!"
Regret? Those simple words stirred no emotion in me—only endless sadness and fury. My heart let out a frantic, desperate scream: It's too late for any of this!

Billionaire's Regret, Too Late!

I was puzzled just like how the others were around me on seeing that card.


Even if she was from the Diaz family, and is currently married to the Sullivan family, there was still no way she would be eligible for this card.


None of the members from both families were.


“The only person I’ve seen with this card is Mr Dumont. It is very rare to see it with just anyone.”


“There is no way she can be a lowly mistress.”


“I’m so curious to know who she is.”


Hearing those words, I felt a sense of satisfaction seeing that Aurora had restored her reputation all on her own.


Anytime I think I couldn’t get any more fascinated by her, I get ten times more drawn to her.


I watched as the manager led her away, while everyone stared at her with so much respect.


I didn’t mean to put her in an awkward situation. I was curious to see if she truly meant anything to her husband.


Chapter 25 All of Lucien