Billionaire's Regret, Too Late!

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ther? You're m

ave you forgotten how yo

said we'd be together again? How could you d

felt so

o

rla."How can you do

e to an abrupt end due to her

ited our lives for good. But now, I s

a life with Lucien, had schemed an

e" was, for me, a searing

ice trembling as I demanded, "Is this what you call you

marriages are hardly uncommon. Why shouldn't we embrace the concept? Besides, I love Carla. She

arped into something avant-garde and absurd. The casual ease with which he uttered those words felt

quietly, to accept this humiliation without protest. My

ich gnawed at my soul, w

ght reignite, he had been thousands of miles away, indulging in a passionate affair with my former best friend. Together, th

her of them. Even a single glance felt like it wou

d ran, fleeing as fast a

. Yet no amount of crying could wash away the darkness that now envel

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the only place I

d, Danic

if someone had let open a dam in my tear gl

s I knocked

ed and she lo

.you're crying.

, my throat felt too

house, then shut the

painfully as I sta

op crying, we were seated side

on, Aurora?"Sh

purred another

my back,

to cry, I am very confused

I...Lucien, he..

don't understand what you're tryin

f myself a bit

s ba

Isn't that what you've w

back wi

ani let ou

's pregnant for him."

n he left three years a

ried to avoid

iving me the "I

Carla on, that Lucien should have told me that Carla had been trying to

used to a

ak up, she also said it coul

other that what he told me bec

h, Dani. I didn't want to lose him.

rest my head

hoose to ignore every signs because you didn't want to lose him. But you deserve so

him all my life. He promised to spend the rest of his life with me. How coul

've ever cried t

of bricks was sitting on my chest

id he did nothing wrong. He said..

led me to stand, grabbi

yours! He said your marriage is an open marriage? He didn't feel any remorse for betraying you like that so why should you wallow in pa

ing crept thr

fic and I didn't realize that

and dreams were just spending

eally w

he rest of my life with a ma

e painful wake-u

y. Now that he's the one who said it's an open marriage, MAKE IT A FAC

a poisoned dagger, stabbi

my stubbornness. Without another glance, she slammed the door and left,

y closest companion. Countless nights, I cried silently in

bsences to our friends, painting the picture of a diligent, devoted

ose efforts had turned into

a lightning bolt piercing through the darkness, fo

vows, why should I remain shackled by a loyal

uld break fre

sion burn away the memories of the past, and e