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!

“It’s not a threat.”I informed him.


“You love me too much to leave.”He taunted.


“You seem to really enjoy knowing that I loved you too much.”


“I didn’t ask for you to be so obsessed with me.”


I sighed, heavily regretting the fact that I really made it seem I couldn’t live without him.


That really gave him the confidence to do whatever he wanted to me. I was never going to let my guard down for anyone again.


“I don’t care if you believe it or not, but I have no love left for you, Lucien. I want nothing to do with you anymore.” With that, I crouched down and packed up the rest of my stuff.


“I’ll tell Grandpa and the others about our separation tonight. This is what we both need.”I said to him as I zipped up my luggage.


Just then, the butler came to announce that dinner was ready.


This was the perfect time to inform the rest of the family that I was leaving.


Dinner was a little dull. No one talked much.


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