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!

After half an hour, Aurora finally optimized all the details.


She stood in front of the model and examined her work, and was also very pleased with it.


There was almost thirty minutes left to get on the field.


The assistant brought the model high heels to put on.


The model was wearing high heels and had planned to take a couple of steps to try them out.


But just as she took two steps out, her foot suddenly lurched and her entire body fell to the ground.


The gown on her body also fell with a splash of sand, and the lines of the seams were split several times.


This sandy gown by Aurora was originally created by first creating a fabric mold based on the model's body shape.


Then mix seven colors of sand as well as microcrystals in one layer.


But the only drawback was that the material was hard and could be easily destroyed.


After such a fall, both the waist line and the zipper at the back had come off the seam.


Chapter 158 The new model