All Chapters of Regret After Wife Wants Divorce : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

A fine rain danced through the night air, slicking the empty city streets. Streetlights reflected off the wet asphalt, forming a glowing corridor toward a decision Vania could never take back.Every step felt heavy. The sound of her heels cut through the silence of the sidewalk. At the far end of the street, a small café stood—warm and bright amid the biting cold. And there, right at its door, stood Arga.His broad shoulders were damp from the rain, his hair glistening under the glow of the lamp, and his eyes… the same as when she last saw them—steady and attentive.“Vania,” his voice was low but clear, as if sweeping away the unease that lingered between them.Vania swallowed, stopping two steps away from him. “I… came.”A faint smile touched the corner of Arga’s lips—not triumph, but relief. He turned, opening the café door and gesturing for her to enter. “Come in, before you get cold.”The moment the door shut, warmth wrapped around them. The aroma of roasted coffee blended with th

The glass building of one of Devandra’s partner companies was flooded with sirens and frantic people rushing about. Emergency doors gaped open, alarms still echoing faintly, while employees scrambled to carry stacks of documents away from the sabotaged floor.This wasn’t ordinary sabotage. It wasn’t a simple electrical failure or a careless system error. Someone had deliberately broken through the company’s internal servers, erased vital data, and left behind a digital trail—one so carefully concealed it was nearly impossible to trace.Inside the emergency conference room, Devandra stood rigid, his expression tight. His black suit was immaculate, but his eyes burned with restrained fury. Across from him sat several directors of the victimized company, their faces pale from the scale of their losses.“This isn’t just some random attack,” Devandra said, his voice low and heavy. “Someone deliberately targeted your reputation, your financial stability. And believe me, I have a strong susp

That morning, the world seemed to collapse around Vania.Her phone screen overflowed with online news alerts, business partners’ messages, and missed calls from clients who once trusted her completely. Headlines blared across the display:“Project Consultant Suspected as Devandra Corp Insider”“Betrayal Behind the Data Sabotage: Vania Named”“The Beautiful Consultant Playing with Fire in the Business World”Vania covered her mouth with a trembling hand. Her breath came in sharp gasps, her chest tightening as if squeezed by an invisible fist. A photo of her face filled one of the articles—her once-professional smile twisted into the image of a traitor.Her phone rang again. A client’s name appeared on the screen. With a heavy heart, she answered.“Vania,” the voice on the other end was cold, “we think it’s best to suspend all cooperation… until things are clear. We can’t risk our reputation.”Click. The call ended.Vania stared blankly at the screen. It felt as if the whole world had t

Devandra’s office felt colder than usual. The tall windows reflected the fading light of dusk, casting long streaks across the table piled with documents—none of which had been touched. Vania stood by the door, her fingers clasped tightly together, while Devandra sat rigidly in his chair, his expression hard, as if he had been waiting for her all along.“Sit,” Devandra ordered curtly, without even looking at her.Vania obeyed, pulling the chair back slowly before sitting down. The screech of the chair against the floor echoed sharply in the suffocating silence.At last, Devandra turned his head, his gaze cutting through her. “I want an answer, Vania. An honest one. Did you think I wouldn’t see those photos of you with Arga last night?”Vania froze, holding her breath.“So it’s true, isn’t it?” he pressed, his voice rising. “You’ve taken his side. Do you think I’m a fool? All those lies in the media, all that so-called ‘evidence’ you call a trap—it’s nothing but an excuse. In the end,

Vania’s footsteps echoed softly against the wet sidewalk. The rain had just stopped, leaving behind the sharp scent of damp earth and asphalt. The clock on her wrist read eleven fifteen at night. She had just left the office after a long meeting that gave her no peace of mind—only added weight pressing down on her thoughts.Her mind kept circling back to one thing: the evidence Arga had shown her. The original system logs that could clear her name—but if exposed, could also ignite a devastating war.“Why does everything feel like a trap?” she muttered under her breath, pulling her coat tighter. “If I stay silent, I’ll be destroyed. If I speak, the world could burn.”She let out a heavy sigh. The sound of passing cars was rare that night, only an occasional vehicle rushing along the main road some distance away.Then suddenly—Screeeeechhh!A black car sped forward and halted sharply in front of her. Tires scraped against asphalt, screeching so loudly it jolted her to a stop.Instincti