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!

What I had wanted to do this year was try to win over my co-workers that didn’t like me.


I had wanted to prove to them that I wasn’t someone who robbed Isobel of her life. I had wanted to prove to them that if I had the chance to choose, I’d never snatch someone’s life from them.


I had wanted to make them understand that what happened wasn’t my fault.


But I realized now that there was no need of trying to win them over.


They might only end up finding more reasons to hate me so it wasn’t worth it.


Being a news presenter had always been my dream since I was little, it was something I wanted to do, not just for the money but because I had a passion for it.


I had a wide range of skills, Alma always said that I was special and that was why I was blessed with so many talents.


So yes, with my talents, I had made enough money that could sustain me for the rest of my life.


I even had annual dividends from QUEEN’s every year.


Financially, I didn’t need to worry at all.


Chapter 22 The interview