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!

With the memory of the first time, she didn't take too many detours.


Half an hour later, the glimmering pool was found.


During the day it was almost crystal clear.


But at the moment, it was shrouded in darkness.


But you can still see the deep blue darkness and the surfeit of waves.


The sound of that pouring water was not noisy.


Like a symphony in the stillness of the night.


She placed her clothes in the middle of a hidden bush on the shore.


Then she took off her clothes and slowly walked into the pool.


The water in this pool was not as cold as expected, but instead, it was somewhat warm.


When her whole body was submerged in the water, she sighed in comfort.


She began to swim up inside the pool of water.


The evening breeze gusted and rustled the leaves in the forest.


The moon was sometimes hidden in the clouds and at other times, it hung in the treetops.


Chapter 206 At the stream