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!

“Every night at 8:00, we will have a voting session, if a pair of male and female guests vote for each other, then the pairing is successful, and we will send this pair of guests to the next door to the Angel Island to enjoy a beautiful night of romance!”


“Of course, early the next morning, the heartthrob guests will return to Alcatraz for a new day of heartthrob journeys until the evening to continue the heartthrob voting, where guests can choose to try a different partner each day until they find their true love”


“After the week-long cycle of togetherness is over, on the last day, if the voluntary pairing is successful, they can become a real couple, and the couple can split the prize money of fifty million dollars offered by the program.”


“Please find your ideal partner as soon as possible, fully explore the good feeling and love, and I wish all of you can find true love here! Enjoy”


The mechanical voice suddenly disappeared from inside the radio.


Chapter 187 The rules of the show