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!

Her voice was filled with despair, as if it could pull one into that miserable situation and break one's heart at the sound of it.


“When I was fourteen, I saved up enough money for half a year by picking up scraps, and then secretly went to a clothing shop and bought a dress, the dress was white, with white lace on the neckline and sleeves, and I loved it so much that I hid it under my bed, and when my mum and dad weren't at home, l'd sneak it out and wear it."


“One day, my mum came home early and happened to bump into me in my brand new white dress, she insisted that I had stolen the money to buy it, l'll always remember that day...” Carla lowered her head, tears falling down in big chunks, and her shoulders trembled more and more.


“I was stripped naked and tied to a big tree in the yard, and she cut the white dress into rags with scissors in front of me, then burned it in a fire, she took a belt and whipped it over my body, over and over again."


Chapter 83 A side of her