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 felt that she shouldn’t have gotten involved with Damon in the first place.


She knew that deep down, she was getting attached to him.


She might be heading for a massive heartbreak and he wasn’t making it easy either.


He was so good to her, too good to be true.


Sometimes Aurora felt that even though she tried her best to restrain herself, she was still inevitably drawn to him.


To end the relationship or not, it was something that Aurora was thinking about every day.


But it wasn’t easy to just let him go.


Shawn calmly looked at her, "You know, that night, with how that man spoke to me on phone, sure, he sounded harsh and threatening but he genuinely seemed concerned about your safety, like his life depended on it. He might be a good medicine to you.”


Aurora sighed, "That man is Manuel Dumont, the son of the richest man in the country.”


Chapter 126 Acknowledging her feelings