All Chapters of Regret After Wife Wants Divorce : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The boardroom was once again filled with warm light from the large chandeliers, casting long shadows over the polished wooden table. Laptops were open, the projector lit up, and stacks of documents were scattered in front of the executives. The atmosphere felt different this time—tenser, more competitive, with every movement scrutinized.Vania sat near the center of the table, trying to steady her breathing. She looked at Arga, who was standing in front of the screen, displaying complex graphs and diagrams. There was an extraordinary calmness about him—a confident aura that drew impressed smiles from some executives but made Devandra look even more tense.“As we can see,” Arga began, his voice low but clear enough for everyone to hear, “this expansion strategy relies not just on sales figures, but on consumer behavior analysis, market trends, and detailed risk assessment. Every decision is based on data, not intuition alone.”Devandra straightened in his chair, his eyes fixed sharply

The boardroom gradually emptied as most of the executives left the building. The sound of footsteps on the marble floor echoed down the long, bright corridor. Vania busied herself organizing documents, still trying to calm her racing heart after the tense meeting.Near the door, Devandra waited, his posture rigid, eyes fixed sharply on Arga, who was closing his laptop. Once everyone else had gone, he stepped forward.“Arga,” his voice low but firm, “can we talk for a moment?”Arga turned, his eyes calm, a faint smile on his face. “Of course, Dev.”They walked to an empty corner of the hallway. The hanging lights cast long shadows across the floor, creating a dramatic and slightly tense atmosphere.Devandra stared at Arga, his jaw tightening. “I want to talk about you… and Vania.”Arga raised an eyebrow, remaining relaxed. “Vania? You mean… my relationship with her?”Devandra stepped closer, his tone colder. “Yes. I couldn’t help noticing how close you two were during the meeting earli

That night, the desk lamp in Arga’s office glowed dimly, casting a soft light over the stacks of dark-colored folders and documents. Outside, a drizzle tapped steadily against the window, creating a monotonous rhythm that seemed to keep them anchored in their work.Vania sat across the desk, staring at a document Arga had just placed in front of her. Her eyes narrowed as she tried to make sense of the lines of numbers and legal terms filling the page.“What is this?” she asked, her voice low but tense.Arga leaned forward, pointing to the bottom of the page. “A transaction report from Devandra’s company… but look closely at the dates and the recipient.”Vania traced the lines with her finger. “PT Global Prime? That’s not one of Devandra’s usual partners.”“No,” Arga replied, his eyes cold. “This company was established only two years ago, yet it has received large transfers of funds. And look at this note…” He flipped the page to reveal a financial flow chart. “The money flows through

The sky that afternoon was a murky shade of gray, as if it mirrored Vania’s mood. On her laptop screen, a string of news articles and business reports displayed the same name over and over—Devandra.“He’s starting to attack openly,” Vania muttered, her eyes locked sharply on the screen. One article after another detailed Devandra’s latest maneuvers: cutting contracts, partnering with major investors, even pressuring those who had once worked with Arga.The office door opened, and Arga walked in carrying two cups of coffee. “You look tense. I was gone for just a moment, and you already look like you’re about to declare World War III.”Vania accepted the coffee, but her gaze never left the screen. “Arga… this isn’t a joke. Devandra is clearly trying to take you down. He’s even using the media to ruin your reputation.”Arga pulled a chair closer and sat beside her. “I know,” he replied calmly, taking a sip of coffee. “And I’ve been expecting this to happen sooner or later.”Vania turned

The rain that afternoon fell in a thin veil, streaking the glass windows of Vania’s office. The city beyond was blurred behind the droplets, like a reflection of her heart—clouded with doubt.On her desk lay two open stacks of documents. One contained Arga’s business strategy—clean, clever, but risky. The other was from Devandra—filled with “warnings” and evidence he claimed would expose Arga’s true intentions.Vania pressed her fingers to her temples, her thoughts spinning without rest.If I choose wrong… I won’t just lose someone. I’ll destroy my career.A soft knock came at the door. Arga stepped inside, wearing a dark blue shirt damp at the shoulders from the rain. His smile was warm, but his eyes were cautious.“Are you alone?” he asked, closing the door behind him.She nodded. “Yes. And I… was thinking.”Arga approached, his gaze drifting to the papers on her desk. “Thinking about what Devandra said?”She didn’t need to answer—her expression told him enough. He pulled out a chai