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!

When she came back to her senses, Aurora realized that the bag in her hand had been snatched by two men.


The two men didn't look very old, one with blonde hair and one with a cap, wearing baggy sports jackets and ripped jeans.


With all kinds of metal jewelry hanging from their bodies, they ran like a gust of wind, the clanging of metal clashing.


Straight on her heels, she went after them.


Although Aurora was on high heels, she was extremely fast, as if she was walking on the ground.


She caught up with the blonde hair first.


Blonde hair stumbled and went straight to the ground.


The two bags snatched in his hand were also instantly flung out.


The cap man stopped at the sound of his voice as well.


Instead, he picked up the two bags that Blonde had dropped on the ground and ran off.


Aurora also gave frantic pursuit once again.


Chapter 153 Meeting Julio