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 gasped when he pulled back and swiftly carried me into his arms.


I wrapped my arms around his neck as he walked, he ascended the stairs and opened a door.


He placed me on the bed and hovered above me almost immediately.


As much as I wanted to enjoy myself tonight, I wanted this to be an enjoyable experience for him as well.


And so, I pushed him gently and made him lie on the bed.


He stared at me with questioning eyes. I smiled and moved down his body.


He didn’t stop me, instead he stared at me with a burning desire.


He lifted up his hips as I pulled off his sweatpants and briefs.


As that huge cock sprung free, my eyes dilated.


I took a deep breath, summoning the courage to touch him. He must have been with so many women, I didn’t want to seem inexperienced to him.


God, he was big and thick, hard and so hot against my palm.


“What do you want,Mr Dumont?”I asked,teasily.


He smiled down at me and that made me a bit bold to do this.


Chapter 29 Self-conscious