Lahat ng Kabanata ng Regret After Wife Wants Divorce : Kabanata 201 - Kabanata 210

“Shut down the main system! Disconnect everything from the external network!”Devandra’s voice thundered through the control room, thick with smoke from the overheated servers.Staff scrambled in panic, while Vania bent over the backup console, fingers flying across the keyboard.“Dev! I need five minutes to stop their process!” she shouted.“We don’t have five minutes!” Devandra barked, shoving aside a frantic technician. “What are they doing?”Vania didn’t look up. Her eyes were locked on the streams of code flashing across the monitor.“They’re injecting active malware. If they finish this, the entire Montgomery Group system becomes their puppet.”Lyra appeared from the shadows, her expression feigning shock. “What do you mean? My team would never—”“Enough, Lyra!” Vania snapped, her voice sharp enough to silence the room. “Your team used an unknown protocol. Look at this—”She pointed to the screen. “The ID code they’re using matches the one from the earlier breach.”Lyra’s face w

“This isn’t about business anymore, Devandra. This is about pride.”Arga’s voice echoed from the massive TV screen in Devandra’s office. The live broadcast of Arga Group’s press conference filled the room with tense silence.Arga stood at the podium, wearing an elegant gray suit, his face composed yet firm.“We discovered a deliberate sabotage attempt meant to destroy our credibility. But thanks to our team’s hard work and the support of our partners… everything has been restored.”He never mentioned Montgomery Corp by name, but everyone knew exactly who he was talking about.Devandra stood motionless before the screen, his jaw tightening, fingers clenching a crystal glass so hard it nearly shattered.“Damn you… you’re using this chaos to your advantage,” he hissed.His assistant, Rafi, lingered nervously near the door.“Sir… the public’s starting to believe Arga’s version. Some investors have already pulled their funds—”“I don’t care!” Devandra slammed the glass onto the table. Red

“What did you just say?!”Madam Wiratama’s sharp voice rang through the grand dining hall, startling every servant preparing breakfast. The teacup in her hand trembled so violently that a few drops spilled onto the white linen tablecloth.The middle-aged man sitting across from her — an old associate of the family — swallowed nervously. “I… I didn’t mean to spread gossip, Ma’am. But the news is already circulating among investors. They say Mr. Arga is in a relationship with a woman named Vania… the ex-wife of Devandra Montgomery.”The silence that followed was so thick, even the ticking of the wall clock sounded like a hammer striking steel.Madam Wiratama’s face went pale, then flushed red as anger surged through her. She turned to her husband, seated calmly at the end of the table.“Did you hear that, Wiratama?! Our son is involved with her — the widow from the Montgomery family! The same family that almost destroyed our business reputation!”Mr. Wiratama slowly folded his newspaper

“Make sure this is the right address,” Madam Wiratama’s cold voice cut through the silence inside the sleek black car that stopped in front of the luxury apartment building.“Yes, Ma’am,” the driver replied, bowing slightly. “This is Miss Vania’s residence.”The elegant woman stepped out slowly, her cream-colored coat flowing behind her slender frame. Her gaze was sharp, her stride firm — like a queen coming to restore order to a court stained by betrayal.The elevator stopped on the twelfth floor. She walked down the corridor and stopped in front of door number 1205.Her knock came loud and steady, echoing like a judgment drumbeat.Tok... tok... tok...A few seconds later, the door opened.Vania appeared, dressed simply in home clothes, her expression startled.“M–Mrs. Wiratama?” she stammered softly, her voice trembling.Madam Wiratama offered a thin smile — but there was no warmth in it.“May I come in?”Without waiting for an answer, she stepped inside. The faint scent of her luxu

“Come in, Arga.”The voice was cold, echoing from within the vast living room of the Wiratama estate. Outside, the sky was heavy with storm clouds; flashes of lightning occasionally lit up the windows, deepening the tension that hung in the air.Arga stepped forward — calm, but with purpose in every stride.In the center of the room, his mother, Madam Wiratama, sat gracefully on the long velvet sofa, clad in an elegant black gown. Beside her stood his father, arms crossed, expression neutral yet heavy with unspoken authority.“Sit down,” his mother said without looking at him. “This won’t take long. I just want to talk… before it’s too late.”Arga pulled out a chair and sat. “Too late for what, Mother?”“To save your future,” she replied sharply, finally turning her piercing gaze on him. “I’ve heard everything, Arga. About that woman. About the scandal. About the investors who are beginning to lose faith in our company.”Arga clenched his fists in his lap. “Vania isn’t to blame. Every