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!

For the time being, she couldn’t tell anyone about this.


Seeing that Aurora was not willing to say more, Shawn did not ask more questions.


He just said, "I don't have a lot of manpower here, it's going to take two days at the earliest, so come and get your report after two days."


Aurora spoke, "I'm going to Paris tomorrow for a week, I'll come back to you for the report after a week."


That afternoon, Aurora made a report to Vance to take the ten days of annual leave that he had agreed to last time.


Vance himself had promised, so naturally there was no way to go back on his word.


In the evening, Aurora recalled she had forgotten some stuff at Damon’s things.


Her international passport was also inside the bag and had forgotten.


The car had just driven outside when she noticed that the lights were on inside the Villa.


Aurora entered the door just in time to see Sergio coming down the stairs.


Chapter 150 Drunk Damon