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!

The man added, "Send me your godmother's initials and I'll get them ready for you."


Aurora hung up the phone, then typed a message and sent it over.


The others were all confused as they watched Aurora.


Only Isobel looked very contemptuous next to her.


“Finding someone and putting on a show, who can’t do that? Aurora, you don't really think we'd believe that you were just calling the executives inside QUEEN, do you?"


“You also specified that you wanted Miss Y custom jewellery, you probably do not know Miss Y only design five sets of jewellery each year, she has already released all her designs for the year, who do you think you are for her to make an exception? Besides, can you afford her designs?”


Isobel felt that Aurora was being stupid.


This pretence of Aurora was also too much to her.


Does she really think that because she can design some stuff, she was suddenly some kind of powerful person?


Everyone understood how things works in the design world.


Chapter 144 Jealousy from Hannah