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!

Isobel pressed on. “I was just joking about the shares, okay? We're sisters, what deep hatred can there be?" I'll listen to you from now on, okay?"


“You were just joking? Isobel, you're really something, I’m sorry but u sounded pretty serious that day so I can’t keep letting you off the hook.”


Aurora lifted her fingers, admiring the manicure she had just done.


“Last time, you made a bet with me, saying that if I knew MissY, you would kowtow to me and call me auntie, you lost, but you didn’t fulfill your end of the bargain, I didn't take it up with you, and now you're also trying to muddle through by saying you were joking? Are your jokes a cure-all or a dog's skin ointment, whenever you need to stick it?" Aurora froze.


Isobel didn't realize that she still remembered what happened last time until now.


She didn't realize that Aurora would be so careful.


Chapter 169 Isobel sold her shares