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 was waiting for the housekeeper to come over and drive Julio away.


She deliberately smiled and spoke, "Julio, it seems the chairwoman was waiting for you to arrive. You made her wait for too long.”


She was trying to put Julio in trouble.


Because she knew clearly that Magda couldn't really have been waiting for Julio, it must have just been a coincidence.


She deliberately said that so Magda was instantly dislike him.


How can a poor model like him sit beside Magda?


She was waiting for Julio to be slapped in the face right now to avenge the snake meat he had given her.


But the next second, she saw Magda placed a piece of beef that she had personally cut on Julio’s plate.


Her voice was full of concern, "Why are you all thin, Julio? Haven’t you been eating properly?"


Seeing this scene, almost everyone's jaws dropped.


Chapter 222 His true identity