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 admired the fact that Aurora was a strong-willed woman but I wished she could rely on me.


I wished she could see how much I wanted to stand by her and never let anyone hurt her ever again.


I just hoped that with time, she could trust me and let me do anything and everything for her.


Right now, I was glad that I could make her feel better through sex.


But she didn’t fall asleep after the first round. For the past one week and some days since we started having sex, she was always sated after one round.


I was the one who had to seduce her for more.


But right now, she was turning me on again.


She kept rubbing herself against me, kissing my chest, running her fingers through my body.


And in no time, she got me aroused again.


"I like your beards"Her fingertips stroke my chin.


She nodded and leaned in then planted a soft kiss at the corner of my mouth, she ran her tongue over my stubble, following the line her finger took earlier.


Chapter 45 Wear me out