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!

Gold still denied it, "I don't know how the snake eggs got under your bed, what makes you think that I put those snake eggs there, do you have any evidence? You’re lying!”


Gold’s shamelessness was on par with Carla.


She grabbed Golf again and threw a few more slaps in her face in quick succession.


Gold’s eyes had flashed with obvious fear.


She didn’t know Aurora was such a crazy person!


She thought Aurora was easy to bully and get rid of.


But now, Aurora was dealing with her, mercilessly.


Aurora wrenched her fingers, and her knuckles made a clicking sound.


She craned her neck, "It's been a long time since I've moved my arms and legs, Gold, congratulations, you've managed to galvanize my fighting spirit."


Aurora finished and didn't forget to say to Gia, "Gia, the next picture is inappropriate for children, go out.”


Chapter 200 Seeking help from Mr Dumont