Chapter 11

“Revania! Don’t touch my car!” I shouted, running out of the apartment lobby. My hand nearly reached the car door that Revania was about to open, a sinister smile on her face.

She turned casually. “Devia… you really dare to confront me, huh? How amusing.”

I glared at her, closing the distance between us to just a few steps. “I won’t let you interfere with my life. My car, my apartment, my life—everything I’ve built myself, stay away from it!”

Revania laughed coldly. “You’re impressive, but remember… I’ve known Argan longer than you. And I know how to seize opportunities. You’re just waiting for the moment you fall.”

I clenched my fists, my breath quickening. “Then let’s see who can truly endure.”

Behind her, her assistant sneered. “Hahaha… look at this! Mrs. Devia daring to face Miss Revania alone. How amusing.”

I gave the assistant a cold glare. “You’re just a shadow of Revania. Stay out of this!”

Revania smirked, stepping closer. “A shadow? I decide who holds power here. You… are only learning to walk on this battlefield.”

I narrowed the distance, looking her straight in the eyes. “Then let’s see who can last longer!”

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Suddenly, heavy footsteps sounded from the side. Argantara appeared, his face flushed, eyes sharp. “Revania! What are you doing here?!”

Revania turned, a sinister smile still on her face. “Argan… relax. I’m just checking something. Devia is overreacting, how amusing.”

I looked at Argantara, my voice trembling but firm. “She’s trying to ruin my life, Argan! She almost forced open my car door!”

Argantara snorted, glaring at Revania with anger. “Enough! This is too much. Do you think you can mess with Devia in front of her own apartment?”

Revania looked at him coldly. “Argan… don’t act so high and mighty. I know you best. Devia is just a weak wife. I know her weaknesses.”

I stepped forward, fury in my eyes. “I am not weak! I will not let you control my life, Revania!”

Argantara looked at me, conflicted. “Devia…” His voice was low, tense. “Calm down… don’t get carried away by emotion.”

“Carried away by emotion? She’s trying to take everything from me, including what should be rightfully mine!” I almost shouted.

Revania stepped closer, looking at me with pure cynicism. “Rightfully yours? You think you have any right? You’re just a woman forced to marry me. I… I am the one who’s always been by Argan’s side!”

I stared at her coldly, holding back my anger. “Argan belongs to no one but himself. And I am no longer a woman you can manipulate or humiliate!”

Argantara took a deep breath, staring sharply at Revania. “You’ve gone too far! Anywhere, even in front of Devia’s apartment, you have no right to touch or threaten her!”

Revania smirked, but for the first time, there was a flicker of doubt in her eyes. “Argan… you’re still defending your wife?”

I looked at Argantara, my voice soft but firm. “Argan… I can face Revania on my own. But I want you to know—I no longer depend on you. I stand here, not out of love, but for my life, my dignity.”

Argantara stared at me for a long moment, his face tense, then slowly nodded. “I… understand, Devia. I may be late, but I respect you.”

Revania glared at us both, her face red with anger, but she could do nothing. I gave a faint smile, looking at her sharply. “You can try again, Revania. But don’t forget… this time, I’m in control.”

She looked at me, then spun around with quick steps, leaving my apartment. Her assistant followed, still watching me with a mix of awe and resentment.

I looked at Argantara, my breath still heavy. “Argan… you see for yourself. I don’t need you to protect me. I can stand on my own.”

Argantara exhaled, his eyes full of consideration. “I know… and I’m glad to see you strong. But don’t let Revania keep disturbing your life.”