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!

"I know everything that happened that night, you were there too, yet you allowed the Diaz family and Carla to bully Aurora so much, now you have the guts to call her your wife?”Alma sneered.


“If it wasn't for Mr Dumont standing up for her, people would have thought the worst of Aurora. Since you couldn’t treat her well, someone else will. Yesterday, I already told everyone, but you weren't home so I'll say it again now."


“From now onwards, Aurora is my daughter not my daughter-in-law. We still regard her as a member of this family but not as your wife! She is our daughter. You can continue fooling around with Carla now, no one gives a damn anymore, but don't you dare get in the way of Aurora’s happiness, I’ve had enough you" Alma warned.


She was not unsympathetic to this son, but angry at him.


In her heart, Lucien was her own child, and so was Aurora.


Even if she had wanted Aurora and Lucien to be together, forever.


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