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!

She had built a fire and made freshly grilled crab, and fresh snapper sashimi.


She didn't just jump into the sea that day, either.


After jumping into the water, she swam desperately in the direction of the cruise ship.


The typhoon was coming, the waves were raging hard. She was sinking and heaving inside the sea, and no matter how hard she swam, she couldn't get close to the light.


However, because of the hull disintegration of that previous yacht.


Aurora was lucky to catch a piece of pontoon.


When she was wrapped up in the seawater, she really thought she was going to die.


But she still clung to the floating board.


Then there was the long drift through the storm.


But there was no telling how long went by.


In the middle of it all, she had a dream where she vaguely saw someone standing on the deck of a huge ship.


Chapter 237 Stranded on a beach