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!

Everyone marveled at how handsome and attractive Lucien was.


Some of the ladies found it disappointing that he was taken.


Lucien realized something was wrong when he walked into the door.


He didn't realize initially that this was Isobel’s birthday party.


For some reason, the Sullivan family didn’t get an invite.


It could be because for the past three years, both families’ friendship became awkward.


Because the Sullivan was really upset by the way Hannah treated Aurora.


For the past three years, the Sullivan always celebrated Aurora’s birthday at their house.


But this year, Alma had called Aurora over so they could celebrate it as well but Aurora politely refused and told her that she had plans for today.


Lucien had heard his mother talking about it at breakfast this morning, his mother had also hoped that Aurora would enjoy her day today.


And so he did not expect to see Carla, Aurora and Isobel at the same time at this banquet.


Chapter 71 Worried about her