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!

As Carla watched Aurora walk away, the expression on her face turned cold.


From the very first day she met Aurora, she had been very jealous of her.


She had wondered how someone could be so beautiful. Her jealousy increased when she found out that Aurora was from a rich family and also had a boyfriend who loved her, dearly.


She wanted to be Aurora, she wished to have Aurora’s life and so she set out to seduce Lucien.


When the public got to know that Aurora wasn’t a Diaz, it was as if the heavens was on her side. It had given her so much joy to see Aurora in pain.


And so she made sure to take everything from Aurora, she wanted Aurora to fall so hard that she wouldn’t be able to get back up.


In time, she’ll let Aurora know why she was doing this.


Carla returned to her hostel’s suite to find Lucien already there.


“Didn’t you say you were going home today?”


Lucien walked over and hugged her from behind, then he gently rubbed her belly.


Chapter 23 The real Mrs Sullivan