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!

Why was Mr Dumont so interested in the family drama?


He just wanted to send Aurora away so the party could go on.


He didn’t want to relive the incident in front of people again; after all, being cut off from his daughter wasn't something honorable.


But Damon was insisting in knowing what happened.


Isobel, however, took the initiative to speak.


“Mr Dumont, well, this is my parents' adopted daughter, Aurora, today my parents accepted my dear friend, Carla Esteban as their goddaughter, Aurora was not happy about it and she pushed the pregnant Carla down the stairs in a fit of anger."


"Fortunately, Carla is fine, she is also so kind and does not want to hold a grudge against Aurora. Dad only asked Aurora to apologize to Carla so the matter could be settled but Aurora refused, she said she’d rather let go of this family than to apologize and she did just that, she tore her dress to symbolize tearing herself away from the Diaz family.”


Chapter 78 He knew everything