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!

Damon was quite surprised to hear that.


After all, Dawn was only three years older than Julio.


So with this calculation, he must have been only seventeen when he got together with Magda.


Damon snorted, coldly, his tone seeming somewhat sarcastic: "She’s so despicable.”


Sergio asked. “President, what should we do with him?”


His gaze was cold and stern: "His injuries are much, take him to my third Villa, find someone to cure him, remember, don't send him to the hospital."


When Gia woke up, she felt soreness all over her body.


Her mind was foggy and she couldn't remember anything that happened last night at all.


All she remembered was that she confessed her love to her uncle and he rejected her.


She went to a bar for a drink and ran into Dawn there.


She didn’t remember anything at all about what happened after that.


Chapter 217 Change in the program