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!

“The name is quite interesting, but I really can't accept something so valuable."


Fifty million dollars was not a small amount.


Damon said casually, "If you don't like it, then I'll throw it away." He said making a gesture to open the window.


I felt flustered and I hastily reached out to stop him, snatching the brocade box back.


Although I knew that he was doing this on purpose, I still had to feel the capriciousness of this man


If I hadn't stopped him, maybe he really might have thrown it.


There was certainly no way I would see such valuable jewelry thrown away, much less leave my heart and soul on the streets.


I said, "I love it, thank you so much.”


And I made a mental note to get him a gift of equal value later on when it was his birthday.


Although I also had money but I knew the value of it.


"What do you want to do for your birthday the day after tomorrow?"


I didn't expect him to be so attentive.


Chapter 63 All shades of perfection