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!

“Carla, if you have to give birth to this child, that's fine, but I won't accept the child, neither will the Sullivan family, and I won't give you a single cent, the child is yours alone, it has nothing to do with me, and I won't be responsible for it, so if you can accept what I want, then you can give birth to this child."


“Lucien, how can you be so cruel? How can you be so cruel to me?"


The crowd of onlookers was growing at the moment.


“Mr Sullivan, what kind of show is this?"


The mocking voice came over from the Mont’s gate.


Damon walked out without a hitch, surrounded by a group of people.


The few that surrounded him were also those rich second generation of the capital circle who thought they were superior.


They are all involved in this Paradise Resort project.


They would all have to work with one another in the future, Lucien knew most of them.


All these young men were a sight to behold, the best of the best.


Chapter 106 Always love Lucien