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!

At that time, Carla was always alone in the corner, always walking with her head down, always the object of bullying from others.


School was like a brutal primeval forest for her.


Aurora stood at the top of the pyramid back then in social class, while Carla was at the bottom.


She never really took much notice of Carla until one day.


Aurora was the class president and so for almost a week at some point, Carla didn’t show up in schools.


The exams were approaching and she noticed that Carla’s attendance space continued to be empty.


Aurora reached out to the professor in charge of student welfare. She had tried calling Carla but it wasn’t going through.


The professor suggested they go visit Carla to see if all was well with her. They got her house address from the school’s portal. The professor and Aurora then headed for her house.


The area in which Carla lived was very ghetto and dirty.


But that didn’t turn off both Aurora and the professor.


Chapter 73 Not done with you