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!

Since childhood by the family cultivation of the nobility, most of the noble girls always ended up with noble men.


The families of both always considered what they’d gain from the family they were marrying into.


Isobel understood the psychology of these high societal families all too well.


She was a true Diaz and so, she stood a better chance than Aurora


She also knew that Damon’s family were complicated, full of deceit, calculations and tricks, and it was hard to have pure emotions.


His father would never accept someone like Aurora.


Damon spoke, impatiently and asked, "Are you here to seek justice for those friends of yours?"


Isobel had a righteous look on her face.


"Of course, if you want to find someone to take it out on for the sake of Aurora , then you can just find me, this matter was originally done by me, it has nothing to do with my friends, I'm willing to take full responsibility."


Chapter 96 The only victim