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!

After Isobel left, Aurora walked out from inside the bedroom.


She walked over to the table and sat down, sighing softly, "Oh Isobel."


Damon walked over and said in dissatisfaction, "You have to compensate me for some mental damage.”


Aurora lost her smile, “You’re saying it as if I'm asking you to sell your body."


Damon laughed a little. “It takes a lot of brain cells to have a talk with Isobel.”


The two sat down and chatted as they ate their lunch.


Isobel had so disgraced the face of the Diaz family, had made Alberto very dissatisfied, the only thing that she can rely on is Hannah’s defence, if she really pleads for an appeal for Rosa, she’d really make her parents mad. Afterall, she had painted Rosa black to them. How would she convince them that Rosa is suddenly good now?”


Damon stared into Aurora’s eyes, "It seems I can't offend you in the future, you're quite vindictive."


Damon also saw that this was a move used to provoke Isobel and Hannah.


Chapter 98 Visiting the Sullivans