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!

Aurora stared at Alberto and she finally accepted the fact that the mother and father who had raised her for 22 years no longer had any love left for her.


It was painful to accept because nothing, absolutely nothing had prepared her for this.


Nothing had prepared her for losing her family at twenty-two.


Nothing had prepared her for being an outcast at twenty-two.


Even three years later, she was still struggling with the fear, the pain of being abandoned.


But she had to stop making excuses for the Diaz family. She had to stop making excuses for Hannah and Alberto. The two of them didn’t give a shit about her anymore.


And so she had to let go of them, completely.


All Alberto cared about right now was his reputation and the family name.


It didn’t matter to him about how Aurora felt right now.


And so, it shouldn’t matter to her about how Alberto felt as well.


She wasn’t the Aurora of three years ago who wanted her family so bad.


Chapter 76 Waiting for you