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!

Not wanting to stay here and be embarrassed more than this, Carla immediately went to the personnel department.


After Carla left, Alma took Aurora’s hand and led her to the hallway.


Aurora suddenly spoke, "I'm sorry, Mum."


Alma was surprised, "My dear, what are you apologising for all of a sudden?”


Aurora replied, "I didn’t tell you that I was going to a birthday party organized by the Diaz and I told your friend not to tell you about what happened as well.”


Last night, after all the guests had gone to the 20th floor, Aurora ran into Alma’s closest friend, Mrs Lolita and pleaded with her not to tell Alma about what transpired on the 19th floor.


She didn’t want Alma to worry about her.


But Mrs Lolita knew how much Alma loved Aurora and so she couldn’t keep it away from her friend.


After returning home, she immediately gave Alma a call and told her everything that had happened.


That had enraged Alma and she stormed into the TV station to make Carla pay for what she did.


Chapter 92 The price