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!

Alberto said, "I'll give you the thirty million dollars."


But Aurora replied, "Dad, I don't want your money, I want Isobel’s."


The hatred in her eyes was obvious, and she felt like getting a knife.


She wanted to harden and gouge a bloody hole out of Aurora.


It was something she was almost going to muddle through.


Aurora was again, pulling her under the guillotine.


Isobel said, "I already paid my debts with all the money I own, where do you want me to get thirty million dollars for you?”


Aurora retorted, "It doesn't matter if you don't have it now, you should give me an IOU."


She couldn’t believe Aurora wanted her to take an lOU.


Why was Aurora actively coming for her?


She had always being the one bullying Aurora.


Now it felt like the tables had turned.


Isobel refused to appear weak, she lashed out on Aurora. "Don't even think about it!"


Alberto , however, felt that this was an excellent solution.


Chapter 171 So vindictive