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!

“You just had to ruin this evening. Why didn’t you stay exactly where you were?"


Lucien rarely stayed at his parents’ house.


The words of his mother and sister angered him.


“Do I need permission to come to my own home? Fabiola, are you even my sister?”


Fabiola skimmed her lips and didn't say anything.


Grandpa Sullivan turned around and coldly rebuked, "How long has it been since you've been back? Fabiola comes back from school more often than you do."


Lucien’s fingers pinched tightly and his shoulders shook slightly.


Alma in the end was unable to bear it and said, "Look at you, you look a mess. We have guests tonight. Respect yourself and go freshen up.”


Lucien who had been drinking for hours was suddenly sobering up now.


It was as if seeing Damon and Aurora had sobered him up.


He stared at Damon who was well-dressed, with a sacrosanct temperament.


At this moment, Damon’s gaze also fell on him.


Chapter 100 All the time