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!

Alberto said, "In that case, I'll give you five percent of the company's shares, and if you agree to fight for the company in Paris, I'lI immediately transfer the shares to your name."


Alberto looked like a loving father, "Rory, although you are not our biological daughter, but you were raised by us with deep love and care, in our hearts, there is no difference between you and Isobel, so we will definitely level up your shares in the future as well, so let's not think about the past, okay?"


Alma, who had just finished making her phone call, turned around and walked back.


She pulled her chair and spoke as if she was not thinking, "Five percent of the shares? I remember when Isobel came back, you two transferred twenty percent of the shares to her, right?"


“Why should Aurora accept five percent? Given how much work she’s going to do, that shares aren’t worth it.”


Alma’s conspiratorial tone made the atmosphere very awkward.


Chapter 146 The shares