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!

And I could ruefully admit now that she was the only person that could ruin me.


I realized that when I stood in front of the Sullivans mansion that night.


I had wanted to go in. I just had to get my men to take care of the security guards. I desperately wanted to go in and get my Aurora out of that house.


And it took everything in me not to go in. Because I knew she wouldn’t like that. Because I felt she would find me psychotic. I had second thought because I didn’t want her to hate me. She literally values the Sullivan’s opinion of her so much and they certainly would not think of her in a good light if I should drag her out of their house.


I didn’t want her to think of me as a psycho, I just wanted her away from him. She should not be around him anymore and I feared that she might sleep with him especially because she spent the fucking night there.


Chapter 56 Could ruin me