All Chapters of Regret After Wife Wants Divorce : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

"Mr. Devan, Madam is working at the Bastian family company," Hanz announced, breaking the tense silence of the morning in the Montgomery Corporation office."What?" Devandra shot up from his chair, voice rising with disbelief. His eyes widened as if he couldn't grasp what he had just heard."How could Vania leave the luxury of the Montgomery family and choose to work for the Bastian family?" he repeated, this time quieter, but the fury and jealousy were unmistakable in his tone.Hanz lowered his head, keeping his distance from his master’s brewing temper."I’ve verified everything. Madam started yesterday as Revaldo Bastian’s personal assistant."Devandra clenched his fists. The sting of being looked down on, of having his pride trampled, was unbearable."Schedule a meeting with Bastian Group. Immediately. I want to meet Revaldo face-to-face." His voice was cold and sharp."Yes, Sir," Hanz replied quickly before exiting the office to make arrangements.---At the towering Bastian Grou

"Miss Vania, there's a guest waiting for you in the meeting room on the seventh floor," the receptionist said softly. Vania, who was deeply focused on the financial report in front of her, looked up abruptly. "A guest? Who?" "Mr. Devandra Montgomery." The pen in her hand slipped from her fingers and hit the desk. Her eyes widened. "What? Who?" "Mr. Devandra… he said it’s regarding a collaboration between our company and Montgomery Corp." Vania's heart pounded wildly. She sat up straight and steadied her breath. Her face quickly turned cold. "Alright. Tell him to wait. I’ll be there soon." Her footsteps echoed with purpose as she entered the meeting room. Devandra stood from the black chair facing the large glass window. "Hi, Vania," he greeted softly, a calm smile on his face. "Why are you here?" "As was mentioned, it's about a collaboration between my company and Revaldo’s. I believe you’re aware of the merger project we’re discussing?" Vania scoffed. "Don’t use

“I told you not to get too close, Hanz!” Devandra snapped, barely holding back the rage that had been simmering since morning.From inside a sleek black car with tinted windows, Devandra’s sharp gaze locked on the woman standing by the entrance of the Bastian Group building—Vania. The wind danced through her hair, casting a soft serenity across her face. But he knew better. He saw it in her eyes—that pain. A pain he had caused.“Apologies, Sir. I just wanted to make sure no one bothers her,” Hanz muttered, bowing slightly, though his eyes couldn’t help drifting toward Vania, who was now chatting with a colleague.Devandra raised a hand, signaling him to stop talking. “She’s had enough of being watched. If she finds out we’re stalking her like this… she’ll hate me even more.”Hanz gave a slow nod, retreating from the line of sight. Devandra leaned back against the leather seat, eyes lifting to the overcast sky. The clouds mirrored his mood—dark, heavy, unrelenting.It had been over two

“I told you, stop sending me flowers, Dev!” Vania snapped as she stormed out of the office building, gripping a bouquet of white roses that had just been handed to her by the receptionist.The surrounding staff pretended to be busy, but their curious glances were obvious. Vania sighed, hugging the bouquet like she was about to crush it.The sky was overcast that afternoon. Rain had just stopped, and the smell of wet earth mixed with the sharp scent of fresh flowers clung to the air.She climbed into her car and tossed the bouquet onto the backseat. As usual, tucked among the petals was a small slip of paper—handwritten, with letters she had come to recognize too well:> “Good morning, Van. I hope your day goes as beautifully as your smile, the one that always makes me want to come home. – D.”She crumpled the note and shut her eyes for a moment. It felt like being thrown back into a past she’d fought so hard to leave behind.---Since the incident at the clinic last week, Devandra had

"I couldn't sleep until I wrote this, Han."Devandra sat on the apartment terrace, accompanied by a cup of iced coffee and the hush of the night. His left hand held a pen, while the paper resting on his lap was already covered in messy black ink. Across from him, Hanz leaned on the doorframe, watching him with a complicated expression."You've been sending flowers and short notes to Vania's office for two weeks," Hanz said quietly. "But this... this letter feels different. It's more than just an apology."Devandra didn’t respond. He simply stared at the letter he had written—long, raw, and painfully honest. Everything he had buried deep inside was now spilled out, unfiltered."I'm not even sure I have the right to let her read this.""Are you scared?" Hanz asked, stepping closer."It's not fear," Devandra murmured. "It’s just... she’s been hurt enough. What if this letter only reopens wounds she’s finally starting to heal?"Hanz looked him straight in the eye. "Or maybe... this letter