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!

Isobel and Damon were instantly the center of attention of the entire hall.


Those present were all the dignitaries of Barcelona.


There was not a single person that didn’t recognize that name ‘Dumont’


The son of the richest man in the country, the sole heir of the Mont Group was here right now!


Though, his family was from Madrid, they still held great power through the whole of Spain.


Everyone also knew that the reason why he was in Barcelona was to personally oversee the Paradise Resort project.


This Paradise Resort was a fat piece of meat coveted not only by the construction industry but also by various fields.


Aside that, being close to any member of the Dumont family was a huge deal for many people.


Like they already had a ticket to heaven or something.


Everyday, people, especially industrious men and women who own businesses, some women who simply wanted to be seen with Manuel Dumont have all tried to get acquainted with him.


But they were almost always turned away.


Chapter 77 Despite everything