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!

“You were going to hit me! Haven’t I been through a lot too? Haven’t I?!” Aurora thundered.


Isobel’s back was hurting so much and as she recalled the way Aurora grabbed her wrist and pushed her back as if she was such a weakling, her fist clenched.


She pushed herself up to her feet and as she ran to fight Aurora.


“Stop! Isobel, what are you doing?!”


As soon as Isobel turned around, she saw that both Hannah and Alberto were standing at the landing of the second floor, and were currently staring at the two ladies.


"Dad, Mom, she started it, she hurt me.”


“We clearly saw you trying to start a fight with her. I’ve told you many times, Isobel. Aurora would always be family. She’s your sister. You two should get along.”


Isobel was furious in her heart, furious that she didn’t get to hit Aurora and she was still taking the blame.


Chapter 51 In Lucien’s arms