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!

"Dad, how could you do this to me, you said that everything in the Diaz family belongs to me, Aurora is nothing more than a stray dog raised by our family, I'm the biological daughter of this family." Isobel continued to crash out.


Alberto was so angry that his chest hurt, “Isobel, stop it, if you are as good as your sister, I would be naturally relieved to leave the company in your hands, but look at yourself, how can you compare to Aurora? What fortune can you bring to the Diaz family, what else can you do besides causing trouble for me?"


She reflexively looked at Hannah, "Mom, do you think so too? You said that I also have talent, I just didn’t have as good of an environment as Aurora did while growing up, you said that my talent was buildable and promising, and that in the future, I would take over the Diaz empire.”


Hannah had slowly piled up a lot of disappointment in this daughter of hers long ago.


Chapter 147 Ordinary friends