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!

That smiling, seemingly gentle and calm face of Magda was a nightmare for their entire family.


Gia also knew that she would have to go head-to-head with this woman sooner or later. With Damon’s encouragement, she tried to restrain herself, "Auntie, long time no see."


Her eyes fell on Gia’s face, seemingly scrutinizing her face.


Then she let out a faint laugh, "You are really becoming more and more like your mother, the temperament of being raised by a mistress is really churlish and pretentious."


Magda didn't give Gia any grace at all.


The people around them were shocked to hear this.


But they knew who Magda was and they didn't dare to squeak at all.


[Who is this old woman? What gives her the right to say that about our Gia?]


[This woman looks quite elegant, but if she dares to slander Gia like this, she will be my lifelong enemy.]


[Can anyone find this woman's socials? I'm going to scold her to death! Who is she anyway?]


Chapter 221 At the table