All Chapters of Regret After Wife Wants Divorce : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

That night, Devandra’s headquarters loomed arrogantly against the darkness, its glass walls gleaming with lights that pierced the night. The building was still alive even though it was late, staff working overtime to finalize the month-end reports. But on the restricted floor—accessible only with high-level ID cards—Lyra moved silently, her heels slipped off to avoid making a sound.She pressed the borrowed access card, taken from one of the secretaries, against the electronic door lock. A green light flashed. The door clicked open. She held her breath, her heartbeat hammering in her chest.“Focus, Lyra. Just a few minutes,” she whispered under her breath.The room was Devandra’s digital archive—not just a storage of dusty files, but a vault of servers containing meeting recordings, confidential contracts, and financial records that could never see the light of day. Lyra knew that if she could retrieve certain documents, she could cripple Devandra.Her hands trembled slightly as she p

That night, a light rain fell, making the city streets shimmer beneath the headlights of passing cars. Lyra sat inside her car, parked a few blocks from the safehouse where Arga and his team were hiding. Her hand clutched tightly around an envelope—inside were copies of financial records linking Devandra’s shell companies to offshore accounts.She knew that if these papers reached Arga, Devandra’s empire would shake. But the risk was clear: her own identity would be exposed.Lyra drew in a long breath, staring at her own reflection in the rearview mirror. You have to move, Lyra. If you’re too late, Devandra will find you first.She grabbed a black umbrella, stepped out of the car, and walked through the rain with measured steps. She had calculated everything: the entry route, the timing, the encrypted messages that arranged the meeting with Arga.But there was one thing she hadn’t expected.When she reached the old building that served as Arga’s temporary base, the side door stood aja

That night, Arga’s study was filled with piles of files and the glow of a laptop screen still burning bright. The desk lamp cast its light on his weary yet determined face. He had just received an encrypted data package from the mysterious source he had always called “the insider.”Arga launched the decryption program, his fingers moving swiftly across the keyboard. Moments later, the screen revealed dozens of transaction records, dark money flows, and even audio recordings that seemed to be taken from Devandra’s internal meetings.His brows furrowed. “This… this is direct evidence. Not just data manipulation, but a clear money trail leading straight to the shadow accounts.”Vania, who had been sitting across from him, leaned forward, her face tense. “That means we’re very close. Arga, if this data is authentic, Devandra won’t be able to deny it anymore.”Arga nodded, though his voice carried caution. “Yes, but we still don’t know who this insider really is. If they’re caught, our ent

Raga was never careless. Since Devandra had assigned him to keep an eye on Lyra, he worked with the patience of a predator. Not a single movement, no matter how small, escaped his watch.For the past few nights, he had followed Lyra without anyone noticing. He logged every phone call, every discreet step outside the building, even every meeting that looked ordinary at first glance. Slowly, the fragments began to form a pattern—vague, but dangerous.On his laptop screen, the grainy footage from a small hotel’s security camera flickered. There she was—Lyra—walking in with minimal makeup, dressed plainly, as if trying to hide in plain sight. Harmless, if she was merely meeting a client. But Raga froze when another figure slipped out the back entrance only minutes later. Someone he had seen before—someone connected to Arga’s network.“Hmm…” Raga tapped the desk, his eyes narrowing like blades. “You’re too clever, Lyra. But cleverness often becomes the very rope people hang themselves with

That morning, the news exploded across television channels and online media. Devandra’s face appeared on the screen, carrying that same calm, signature smile—as though untouched by the uproar of leaked data that had been circulating for days.“Ladies and gentlemen,” Devandra’s voice rang steady from the television, “I want to make it clear that these accusations are nothing but part of a dirty conspiracy. Certain parties are trying to tarnish my reputation, manipulating data, and steering public opinion for their own benefit.”He paused, then locked eyes with the camera with sharp intensity. “I believe the Indonesian people are intelligent. They won’t be easily provoked by false news spread by those who fear change.”The studio erupted in applause from supporters who had been carefully arranged for the broadcast. The camera panned deliberately across the faces of “sympathizers,” tearful and inspired, as if genuinely moved by his speech.Inside a cramped apartment, Arga slammed the tab