“Devia.”The voice cut clearly through the roar of traffic and the chatter of employees spilling out of Dirgantara Group’s towering building.Devia, just stepping onto the sidewalk, froze. She turned, her eyes widening at the sight of a tall figure standing confidently beside a sleek black car. Alex Gafe, dressed in an elegant dark-blue suit, raised his hand in a casual wave—as if the world wasn’t already staring at them.“Alex?!” Devia hissed, panic in her voice. Her gaze darted nervously, scanning the crowd of employees, terrified that one of them—or worse, Argan himself—might see. “What are you doing here?”Alex smiled faintly, calm and unbothered by the curious whispers already spreading among the onlookers. “I came to pick you up, of course. Is that so strange?”Devia hurried over, tugging on his sleeve to pull him away from the growing stares. “Are you out of your mind? This is Argan’s office! If anyone sees us, gossip will reach his family in seconds.”Leaning down slightly, Al
“Excuse me, are you Devia Dirgantara?”A deep yet calm voice echoed in the elegant hotel café. Devia, who had been staring down into her coffee cup, lifted her head in mild surprise.A man stood before her—tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in a tailored gray suit that fit him perfectly. His face was strikingly handsome, his eyes sharp yet warm. He carried the air of someone accustomed to the world of high society.“Yes… I’m Devia,” she answered cautiously. “And you are…?”The man gave a small smile before politely gesturing and taking a seat across from her. “My name is Alex Gafe. You may have heard of my family.”Devia froze for a moment. Of course she had. The Gafe family was among the most prominent, known for their empire in real estate and investment.“What’s your reason for seeking me out, Mr. Alex?” Devia asked, her tone guarded.---Alex exhaled slowly, leaning forward slightly. “I know what you’ve been going through with the Dirgantara family… especially with Revania.”Devia’s
“So this is what you’re doing, Devia?!”Revania’s shrill voice rang across the front courtyard of the hospital. She stood in a loose, pale-blue maternity dress, her face intentionally pale but her eyes blazing with fury.Devia, who had just stepped out of the administration office, froze in her tracks. She exhaled heavily, trying to keep her composure. “What is it this time, Revania?” she asked flatly.Revania marched toward her, finger stabbing the air as though she were prosecuting a criminal in front of everyone. “Don’t pretend you don’t know! Do you think I haven’t realized you’re still trying to seduce Argan, huh? You know he’s my only support now, and you—you’re trying to steal him from me!”Several nurses and hospital visitors stopped, watching. Devia felt their stares pierce her like arrows, but she straightened her shoulders.“I’m not seducing Argan,” Devia answered, her tone controlled though edged with anger. “He’s the one who keeps intruding on me. I never asked him to com
The late afternoon felt suffocating. Devia stood by the garden of the Dirgantara family home, her face tense as she waited for Argan. A gentle breeze swept through the trees, but her chest tightened. She knew this meeting would not be easy—but she had to speak.Argan appeared through the gate, his stride brisk, his expression icy. When his eyes landed on Devia, there was no warmth, no hint of longing—only a piercing glare full of rage.“Devia,” he called in a low, thunderous voice. “I cannot believe you’ve gone this far… accusing Revania of lying about her pregnancy.”Devia bit her lip, struggling to stay calm. “Argan, I’m not speaking carelessly. I have reasons—”“Reasons?!” Argan cut her off sharply, his voice rising. “What reason could possibly justify slandering a pregnant woman? What justification do you have for accusing her of a lie so cruel, so absurd?!”Devia lowered her gaze for a moment, then lifted it again, her eyes brimming with tears. “Because I know Revania isn’t since
“Reva, I need to ask you something.”Argan’s deep voice filled the apartment bedroom as he stepped inside.Revania, lying on the bed and pretending to read a pregnancy magazine, turned quickly. Her smile bloomed for a moment before she replaced it with a frail expression. “Argan… you came. I was just feeling dizzy. Maybe it’s because of the baby.”Argan didn’t move closer. He stood at the door, arms folded across his chest. His gaze was sharp, unlike usual. “I’ve seen those medical records.”Revania straightened, her heart pounding. “What do you mean?”“Those records… something doesn’t add up.” His voice was low, firm. “The examination dates don’t match. And the doctor’s name… I know him. He’s not an obstetrician. He’s a general practitioner—he couldn’t possibly be handling a pregnancy case.”---Revania swallowed hard. Cold sweat gathered at her temples. But she quickly reshaped her face: pale, eyes glistening, lips trembling. “Argan, are you… are you doubting me?”Argan stepped clos
“Argan… look at this,” Revania’s voice was soft but heavy with dramatization. Her eyes shimmered as she pulled a brown folder from her handbag.Argantara, just home from the office, set his jacket on a chair and sighed. “What now, Reva? I’m exhausted.”“It won’t take long.” Revania carefully opened the folder, as if handling something priceless. She pulled out several sheets of paper bearing a hospital’s letterhead. “These… are the results of my pregnancy checkup.”Argan froze. He turned quickly, eyes widening. “What?”Revania gave a faint smile and lowered her gaze. “I know… many don’t believe me. Even Devia accused me of lying. But I can’t keep this in anymore. I have to prove I’m not deceiving anyone. I’m really pregnant, Argan. And here’s the proof.”---Argan took the documents with trembling hands. The first page displayed the letterhead of a well-known hospital in Jakarta, signed by a doctor, with blood test results and notes on fetal development.“This… nine weeks?” Argan read