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!

Damon seemed to have thought of something.


Sergio answered truthfully, "I don't know for sure, the most powerful skill that Young Master Julio has practiced over the years is to avoid everyone, recently their school had organized a trip, so I’m guessing he's in Italy right now."


“Put out the word that Julio had a car accident in Italy."


Sergio immediately understood: "Yes sir. President, I think within three days, Magda will definitely travel to Italy."


“When that time comes, the relationship between you and Ms. Diaz can take a breather."


As Aurora drove, her eyes looked towards the rearview mirror from time to time.


She didn’t know why, but for the past few days, she always felt like someone was following her.


But again, she couldn’t confirm if she was truly being followed.


Could it be that she had been hallucinating from too little sleep the past few days?


Aurora originally wanted to go back to her house.


Chapter 149 Her suspicions