All Chapters of Regret After Wife Wants Divorce : Chapter 161 - Chapter 169

“Arga… I need to talk to you.”Deviana’s voice trembled as she stared at her phone screen. Her palms were damp, fingers nearly slipping as she pressed Arga’s name in her contacts list.Her apartment was the same as always—silent, suffocating, with a vase of red roses on the table staring at her like a cruel reminder.The dial tone rang. Once. Twice. Three times.“Yes, Deviana? Why are you calling at this hour?” Arga’s voice finally came through—deep but warm, making Deviana want to cry with relief.But before she could answer, there was a faint click in her ear, as if someone else had joined the call. A low, strange hum followed.Deviana froze. “Arga… did you hear that?”“Hear what?”“There’s… there’s another sound. Like someone’s listening in,” she whispered, panic rising.---On the other end, Arga fell silent for a few seconds. “Deviana, explain. Where are you right now?”“At my apartment. But I… I think our communication is being tapped.”“Who would—”“Don’t say his name!” Deviana

“He can’t be far!”Dimas sprinted through the port’s narrow passage, the small camera still swinging from his neck. His breath came in ragged bursts, eyes darting across the shadows between stacked containers.Deviana followed close behind, her heels clattering against the concrete. “Dimas! We don’t even know who he is!”“That’s exactly why! We need to know before they catch him!”---Hurried footsteps echoed in the distance. The ragged figure in the worn jacket appeared for a split second, then vanished behind a wall of containers.“He went that way!” Deviana pointed, her body trembling with fear and exhaustion.Dimas grabbed her hand. “Come on, don’t let him slip away!”They ran together, the sea air slicing cold against their skin, heavy with the stench of diesel and rust.---Suddenly, another sound cut through the night—screeching tires, followed by a blinding sweep of headlights.A black SUV barreled into the port. This wasn’t an ordinary vehicle.Deviana froze. “They’re here… D

“Dev, we need to talk!”The loud voice shattered the still-dim morning. The small meeting room that usually buzzed with energy felt cold now. Some of Deviana’s staff sat with tense faces; a few couldn’t even meet her eyes.Deviana sat at the end of the table, fighting sleep after a sleepless night spent worrying over the ruined office. “Alright,” she said softly. “Say it.”A senior staffer, Aditya, let out a heavy sigh. “We all agree—the situation has become too dangerous. After yesterday’s attack on the office… who can guarantee that tomorrow it won’t be our homes that are targeted?”“That’s right, Ms. Dev,” added Sinta, a young reporter who normally overflowed with enthusiasm. Her eyes were puffy; it was clear she had been crying. “I’m scared. My parents called all night. They told me to stop working here.”Deviana clasped her hands on the table; her heart pounded. “You… want to quit?”Silence hung for a moment, then one by one they bowed their heads.“This isn’t about wanting to or

“I can’t believe this…”Vania slammed the file on the table. Her eyes bore into Liora, who sat across from her. “After everything you did, you think we can just accept you back so easily?”The office fell suddenly silent. Only the ticking of the wall clock could be heard. Liora slowly lifted her head; she looked tired but determined.“I’m not asking you to believe me at once,” she said calmly. “I just want you to know… I am no longer on Devandra’s side.”---Arga, who had been standing by the window, turned and stared at Liora with suspicion. “You think that’s enough? You come here and speak as if everything can be fixed with one sentence?”Liora took a long breath. “I know it’s hard to trust. I would probably react the same if I were in your position. But listen to me first—I have a reason why I finally chose to leave Devandra.”Vania crossed her arms, her voice cold. “A reason? Or just another drama to trap us?”---The tension thickened. Deviana, sitting beside Liora, bowed her hea

“Vania, you need to know something.”Devandra’s voice echoed in the private conference room he had deliberately chosen—calm, cold, and calculating.Vania stood rigid on the other side of the long table, her face sharp with suspicion. “What’s your game this time, Devandra? Haven’t you already ruined enough of my life?”Devandra smiled faintly, his fingers tapping the table. “This isn’t a game. I just want you to open your eyes. You trust the people around you far too much.”---The door opened. Liora stepped in, her face pale, her stride hesitant. Her gaze briefly met Vania’s before she lowered her eyes.“Why is she here?” Vania’s voice was sharp.“Because she’s part of the puzzle,” Devandra replied smoothly. “Or more precisely… part of the betrayal.”---Vania’s head snapped toward Liora. “What do you mean?”Devandra rose from his chair, walking slowly around the table. Each step struck the marble floor with weight. He stopped beside Liora, patting her shoulder with a mocking smile.“