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!

The bedroom was dimly lit and I looked over, realizing that Damon wasn’t in bed.


I could still smell the lingering scent of his cologne in the rumpled sheets though.


On the bedside table, I stared at the fancy digital clock and my eyes dilated.


I have to go get ready for work now if I didn’t want to be late.


As I got out of bed, I could feel how tender my lady parts were. It made me blush.


I got my clothes, wrapped a quilt around my body and headed for my floor.


I met the butler on the way and he described my bedroom to me.


As I got there, I was amazed and impressed at how big, cozy and classy the room was.


Like it had been arranged to suit my taste.


My luggage was already there. I was glad that it was still unpacked.


I didn’t want anyone unpacking my underwears. I made a mental note to unpack when I got back from work.


I only brought out the clothes I’d be needing today and a scarf.


Chapter 41 Think of me