All Chapters of Regret After Wife Wants Divorce : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Arga stood at his desk, both hands pressed against the wooden surface, eyes locked on the laptop screen where a red dot blinked steadily on a digital map. His breath came fast. The night felt unbearably long—longer than any night before.“This can’t be…” he muttered hoarsely, his voice rough. “She can’t just vanish like that.”One of his forensic team members, a young man named Juno, glanced nervously at another screen.“We already tried pinging her last location, sir. The phone signal cut off near the bypass bridge. We found the device tossed at the roadside.”Arga’s head snapped up. “Tossed?”Juno nodded slowly. “Deliberately, it seems. Maybe so we couldn’t track her further.”Arga clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white. His chest tightened, as though the oxygen had been ripped from his lungs.“Vania…” he whispered, barely audible.He turned, facing his entire team gathered in the small office. Their faces mirrored his unease.“Listen carefully,” Arga said, his voice tre

The Damp AirThe damp air stabbed into Vania’s lungs. Rust, dust, and oil mingled in the cold warehouse, the dim lights dangling high above casting long shadows of the kidnappers pacing back and forth. Her hands were still bound, but her survival instinct refused to let fear take over.Her eyes darted to the iron door at the far end of the room. Every few minutes, one of the guards stepped outside to take a call or smoke. That thin chance—she had observed it again and again.If I stay still, I’ll die here, she thought.When one guard turned his back, Vania bolted toward the door. She forced her wrists against the rope, loosening it with sudden, sharp movements. Pain seared her skin, but she gritted her teeth and kept moving. Her breath came ragged, her steps urgent, her heart pounding furiously.“HEY!” a harsh voice shattered her hope.A rough hand yanked her arm, slamming her to the cold floor. The impact made her cough painfully. Two other kidnappers rushed over, one raising his han

Arga pressed the gas pedal harder. That night, the city streets stretched endlessly in silence, the glow of streetlights casting tense shadows across his face. Since hearing the news of Vania’s disappearance, he hadn’t stopped moving. The warehouse on the city’s outskirts was almost within reach when his phone suddenly vibrated.He snatched it up at once.“Hello?”A firm voice came through on the other end.“Mr. Arga? We’ve located a woman named Vania. She’s safe, currently at the West Sector police post.”Arga nearly slammed the brakes in the middle of the road. His eyes widened, his voice catching in his throat.“What? Vania… she’s safe?”“That’s right. She was found by a patrol unit. She seems traumatized but unharmed. We suggest you come immediately.”Without another second of hesitation, Arga spun the wheel, making a sharp U-turn. Every tick of the clock felt like an eternity. His grip on the steering wheel turned his knuckles white. His chest pounded with a storm of relief and f

That night, the safe house Arga had prepared felt unnervingly silent. The living room lamp was left dim, as if allowing exhaustion to linger in the air, too heavy to turn into sleep. Vania curled up on the sofa, her body trembling beneath the blanket pulled up to her neck.Suddenly, she jolted awake. Her breathing came in ragged bursts, cold sweat dampening her forehead. Her eyes darted wide, searching for light as if she were still trapped in that dark warehouse.“Let me go!” she gasped, her voice hoarse, hands flinching upward as though still bound.Arga, who had been sitting close by, rushed to her side. “Vania, hey… it’s okay. You’re safe here.”She turned to him, eyes still wild with fear. It took several seconds before she recognized his face. Then she buried her face in her palms, her voice trembling. “They… they dragged me… I can hear those footsteps chasing me again…”Arga placed a firm, gentle hand on her shoulder. “That was just a nightmare. They’re gone now. I won’t let an

Lyra stepped into Devandra’s office with unwavering confidence. The heavy glass door closed softly behind her, shutting out the noise of the bustling office outside. The room was luxurious yet tense; the scent of black coffee mingled with the paper smell of piled-up documents scattered across the wide desk. Devandra stood with his back to the window, staring out at the glittering Jakarta skyline, his face carved in stone, his eyes dark and brooding.“Dev…” Lyra’s voice was soft, dripping with feigned sympathy. “You look tired.”Devandra turned, the weight of exhaustion etched deep around his eyes. “How could I not be? Vania escaped, Arga is always at her side, and now the media is starting to favor them. Everything I’ve built could crumble because of that one woman.”Lyra walked closer, the click of her heels echoing softly against the marble floor. She stopped just a few steps away, arranging her face into an expression of false concern. “That’s why I’m here. I know how you feel. I k