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!

Even if at that time, Damon had tried to be strong, he wanted to go up against his sister but she was so much older than him and he still cared about her.


So he felt this was the only revenge he could get against her.


Since Magda pushed him into the pool with her own hands.


Then when the sun rises, she will be shocked to find his body in the river.


The twelve year old Damon almost jumped at that moment.


If the six-year-old Aurora hadn't shown up that day.


Facing the boy's terrifying drive, not only will the tiny Aurora not leave, but instead, she jumped down from the small tree and walked up to him, boldly.


Damon frowned at her, "You're so small, you can’t do anything."


“You look sad. My Grandpa said I should always help anyone who is sad. Do you want me to get ice cream for you?”


Chapter 161 She gave him hope