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 dinner, they all had to part ways.


Aurora had already booked a return ticket.


Darla said, "Rory, will I see you again?"


Aurora smiled, "Anytime you come to Spain, give me a call and we’d hang out."


“What about me?" Julio suddenly interjected as well.


“What's wrong with you?" Aurora was momentarily puzzled.


“Am I welcomed to hang out with you?"


It might be because she had a little bit of wine this evening.


She did a move she had wanted to do from the first moment she saw the boy.


She stepped forward, stood on her tiptoes, and reached out to rub his tousled blonde.


Then with a smile, she said, "Of course you're welcome."


Julio froze for a moment when Aurora touched his head.


He even bowed his head slightly without moving.


Aurora also just touched it in a slapdash manner.


Sure enough it was fluffy and soft and just as puppy-like as she thought it would be.


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