Heartbreak Billionaire: He Should Never Have Let Go – Part 1

Let’s get a divorce. She has stomach cancer and has only six months left to live.”

After their in**mate encounter, Julian Croft sat up and said in a detached voice.

Elara Vance, still breathing hard from the encounter, turned to him slowly, a wild look of disbelief in her eyes.

They had been married for a year. What did he mean by suddenly saying he wanted a divorce?

“Her final wish is to be my wife,” Julian added, almost offhandedly.

He said, lighting a ci**rette. The sm**e rose in slow spirals around his face.

Elara gawked at him, stunned. Silence spread across the room like mist.

The bedside lamp glowed faintly, casting long shadows across the wall, making them seem farther apart than they were.

Julian glanced at her and gave a faint frown.

“It’s only to comfort her,” he explained. “We’ll remarry after six months. She won’t be here long, Elara.”

His voice was steady, almost detached, like someone passing along a message that didn’t concern him.

Elara watched Julian wordlessly, her eyes fixed on his profile.

He spoke like his words were instructions, not suggestions.

Their relationship had always been one-sided. She had chased it from the start, drawn in by youthful affection.

She had stayed by his side for years, moving through each rough season without letting go.

Elara still remembered that day, under the heavy rain that soaked them both, Julian had stood between her and her stepfather, gripping a cracked stick, and said with fire in his voice, “Touch Elara again, and you’ll regret it.”

That moment had etched itself into her heart. Even when she was weak and bl**ding, she saw him–unmoving, protective, fierce.

From that point on, she was his.

She loved him without pause, met his requests with everything she had, carrying them out more flawlessly than anyone else ever could.

He would always pat her head, light and warm, and say in a low voice, “You did so well, Elara.”

But Julian’s praises never lasted, his ki**es barely stayed, and whatever affection they shared always felt just out of reach. But Elara told herself it was just how he was.

Even when others called her naive, she stayed–devoted and trusting.

She had given seven years of her life to him.

A year earlier, Julian’s grandmother, Beatrice Croft, had fallen into poor health. The family, hoping to lift her spirits, decided Julian should marry.

Perhaps the joy of a wedding would give the old woman something to hold on to.

So Julian went on to marry Elara.

She thought it was finally their moment. But after the vows, something changed. He began to pull away. Sometimes, he looked at her like she was a stranger.