Lahat ng Kabanata ng Regret After Wife Wants Divorce : Kabanata 181 - Kabanata 190

“Devandra Montgomery, where are you?” That deep, authoritative voice cut through Devandra the moment he put the phone to his ear.Devandra stood frozen in his study. The crystal glass in his hand trembled. “Grandma…” he murmured, trying to sound casual. “I’m… finishing up at the office.”“I don’t care about your office business,” his grandmother snapped quickly. “You must come home. Your grandfather wants to see you. And I want something more important — I want you to bring Vania with you.”Devandra fell silent. His eyes stared blankly at the glass wall. Those words hit his chest harder than all the recent media attacks.“Grandma…” his voice dropped, as if stalling for time. “That… maybe isn’t the right time.”Before he could continue, his grandmother’s voice cut in again. “It’s time, Devandra! Do you think I don’t know how old you are? A marriage without children is foolish. I want grandchildren. I want to see the next Montgomery generation before I die.”Devandra closed his eyes. Bl

“Vania, come. I want to see you. Don’t bring anyone. Just think of it as an invitation from a grandmother to her granddaughter-in-law.”The voice on the other end of the line was gentle yet filled with authority.Vania fell silent for a long time. Her hands tightened into fists on her lap, her voice trembling.“Grandmother… I…” she swallowed hard, barely able to continue. “I don’t know if that would be appropriate. My relationship with Devandra… is no longer—”“Vania.” Grandmother Montgomery cut her off, her tone firm yet warm. “You are still my granddaughter-in-law. That doesn’t change just because of circumstances. You know I love you.”Silence. Vania’s breath caught in her throat. She closed her eyes, her chest rising and falling with the weight of mixed emotions.“All right, Grandma…” she whispered softly. “I’ll come.”---That afternoon, Vania’s car stopped at the grand gates of the Montgomery estate. The black iron

That night, after the suffocating family dinner, Devandra retreated into his study. The desk lamp cast a harsh glow across his tense face. The laptop screen in front of him blinked with a flood of unread emails, yet his mind was elsewhere. His grandmother’s words echoed relentlessly:“Don’t lie to me, Devandra. I know when you’re pretending.”He pressed his temples, exhaling heavily. “Damn it,” he muttered. “If I don’t move fast, they’ll destroy me themselves.”His phone buzzed. The name on the screen curled his lips into a faint smile: Liora.He answered. “Hello.”Her sultry voice, both playful and concerned, flowed through the line. “Dev, you sound tense. What have they done to you this time?”“What else? They want an heir. They want certainty. And they—” He paused, glancing around the study as if someone might overhear, “—they’ve started hinting about inheritance. Which means my time is running short.”Liora chuckled softly. “Then why not use me? Haven’t I always been your emergenc

“Mr. Devandra, we’ve just received word. Madam Vania was in a traffic accident. She’s been taken to the hospital.”The voice of his assistant crackled over the phone, making Devandra—who had been seated in his office—spring to his feet. The swivel chair spun backward and crashed into the desk.“What?!” Devandra barked, his face draining of color. “Which hospital?”“Cendana Hospital, sir. Her condition isn’t clear yet, but—”The rest of the report never reached him. Devandra had already snatched his jacket from the stand and stormed out the door. “Get the car ready. Now!”---The hospital corridors that night reeked of antiseptic and echoed with the hurried steps of nurses. Devandra arrived breathless, his jacket half undone, hair disheveled.“Vania! Where’s my wife?!” he demanded at the information desk, his voice booming.“Please calm down, sir,” a nurse answered quickly. “Mrs. Vania has just been admitted to the observation room. You may wait outside.”But Devandra didn’t wait. He s

That morning, sunlight slipped through the curtains of Vania’s hospital room, falling softly across her pale face. Her body had yet to fully recover from the trauma of the night before. But her eyes looked calmer now — perhaps because Arga had spent the entire night sitting in the chair beside her bed, never once leaving her side.When Arga finally stepped out to speak with the doctor, the door opened quietly.Vania turned — and her heart nearly stopped.“Devandra…” her voice caught in her throat.He stood at the doorway in a crisp black suit, though his face looked weary and worn. His sharp eyes were now tired, heavy with an inner storm. In his hand, he held a bouquet of white lilies — her favorite, once upon a time.“May I come in?” Devandra asked softly.Vania was silent for a moment, then nodded slowly. “Please.”He stepped inside, each movement heavy with hesitation. He set the flowers on the bedside table and stood still, his gaze fixed on her.“I heard from the doctor that you…