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!

Aurora didn't have a trace of anger on her face.


Instead, the corners of her mouth hooked slightly as she laughed out faintly.


“I see that you still believe you have a chance with Damon. You’re dying to be his wife, aren’t you?”


The corner of Aurora’s mouth hooked up as she swept a glance towards her back, “Damon, you really have a lot of admirers, it seems it’d be a tough competition for anyone to become your wife.” Aurora smiled as her spine stiffened.


Sure enough, she saw a tall, long figure.


Damon has a cold face, but he walked next to Aurora.


He didn't seem to be too happy with the look, "The only woman who can be my wife is you.”


When he said this, his expression was clear and cold, but his tone was gentle.


She clearly saw Damon right behind her, that was why she deliberately said that.


Chapter 127 His wife