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!

Neither Alberto nor the rest of the family wanted to tell Lucien where Aurora was.


They were all mad at him except Isobel.


Isobel slowly wiped her cheeks as she figured out what could be going on with Lucien.


Did he suddenly want to fight for Aurora now?


If that was the case, it would be to her own advantage.


She never really liked Carla, she had just wanted to use her to torment Aurora.


And now, she needed Lucien to get Aurora back because if Lucien and Aurora gets back together, she would be able to have Manuel Dumont to herself.


She then said to Lucien, "Aurora is on the 20th floor. Mr Dumont booked that floor for her to celebrate her birthday. Don’t you think it’s high time you respect Aurora and your marriage? She’s your wife, yet you allowed her to keep jumping from one man to another. Doesn’t that bother you?”


A few days ago, Isobel had seen her at a restaurant with another man.


Chapter 85 Kindhearted loverboy