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!

“Lucien is yours, yet you look so scared. You’re the one who betrayed me and you’re still the one who knows no peace. Can’t you see how unfortunate you are?


“Carla, you have nothing, absolutely nothing to your name. The only thing you have, the only thing you’ve fought for is Lucien’s love. It’s pathetic that it’s the only purpose you have. Imagine someone’s only purpose in life is a stupid man’s love? You don’t want to admit that your purpose seemed to have failed because losing him means losing everything you have. So you’re going to continue like this, worried and unable to sleep because he’s just a confused man.”


“He’s not confused. He loves me! You’re the one pestering him! You’re the one disturbing him! You left the house yet you won’t serve him the divorce papers. Give him the papers, I’m sure he’d sign it!”


Could it be that Lucien had never told Carla about the fact that him and I weren’t legally married?


Chapter 62 My light