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’s eyes rolled up to find me watching as I fucked her mouth.


Her eyes were half-closed, sultry, as she carried on sucking up and down the length of me.


I reared back and she sunk down one last time, taking me deep inside her throat.


With a roar of pleasure, I reached out and pinched her swollen nipples as the first spurts of my cum coated her tongue, while I shot the rest of my load, her sapphire eyes never left me.


My thrusts into her slippery mouth slowed, then stilled as she swallowed it all, every last drop. I stared down at her, at how beautiful she looked with my cock buried in her face.


I didn’t want this to end, even if she saw an end to this, someday, I didn’t.


Damon pulled me up in one swift movement and whirled me around so my back was to the door.


Chapter 89 To end