All Chapters of Regret After Wife Wants Divorce : Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

Arga’s office had turned into a battlefield.Dozens of phones rang at once, staff voices overlapped in panic, and every screen in the room showed the same headlines plastered across online media:> “Secret Affair Between Arga Wiratama and the Ex-Wife of CEO Devandra — Scandal or Love?”Arga stood rigid in front of the massive glass window, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white.“Who dared to drag Vania’s name through this?” he said, his voice low but burning.His secretary, Dina, swallowed nervously. “Sir… the reports came from several gossip portals, but the photo source seems to be the same. We’re trying to trace the original uploader.”Arga turned sharply, his eyes hard as steel. “Find them. I don’t care what it costs. Whoever started this… I want them to regret it for the rest of their life.”Dina nodded quickly, her voice trembling. “Y-yes, Sir.”The door suddenly swung open.Vania stepped in — pale, eyes swollen, her steps unsteady.All eyes turned toward

“Arga… he’s too soft. Too easily swayed by emotion,”Mrs. Wiratama murmured coldly, her fingers tracing the rim of a porcelain teacup.The middle-aged woman sat in her private study — a spacious room lined with bookshelves and classic paintings. Across from her stood a man in a crisp black suit — Reno, the family’s most trusted aide and overseer of several Wiratama enterprises.Reno bowed respectfully. “What do you wish me to do, Madam?”Mrs. Wiratama’s gaze shifted toward the window overlooking the garden — the same path where Arga and Vania had walked together just a few evenings earlier.“I won’t allow my son to drown in foolish love. He believes his feelings are pure… but I know better. Love without family’s blessing becomes nothing but a burden.”She turned, her sharp eyes glinting.“You know what to do.”Reno hesitated. “Do you want me to… investigate Mrs. Vania’s past?”“More than that,” she replied swiftly. “I want everything. Her work history, her previous marriage, her finan

“Mother, what is this?”Arga’s voice echoed sharply in the vast marble hallway of the Wiratama mansion. His steps were heavy, his jaw clenched tight. In his hand was a stack of printed emails — damning evidence he’d never wanted to find.Ny. Wiratama turned from the grand piano, startled but composed. “Arga, lower your voice. What kind of way is this to speak in our home?”“This—” Arga slammed the papers onto the coffee table, his tone trembling with rage, “—is how I speak when I find out my own mother destroyed the woman I love.”The servants nearby froze. The air grew thick, suffocating.Ny. Wiratama’s expression hardened. “Watch your words. You’re accusing me of something you don’t even understand.”“I understand enough!” Arga threw open one of the printed pages — an email thread marked with her private address, the Wiratama family crest in the signature. “This is your message to the head of the media board. You bribed them to run those false articles about Vania. You made her look

“Sir, the report you requested is ready.”A man dressed in black placed a thick folder on Devandra’s desk. Inside were neatly arranged photos of Arga and Vania — attending social events, dining together, walking side by side through a garden.Devandra stared at the pictures for a long time, his finger tracing the outline of Vania’s smile.“She’s smiling,” he murmured, voice low and unreadable. “She never smiled like that with me.”His aide said nothing, simply standing by, awaiting orders.Devandra straightened, eyes hard. “We start now,” he said firmly. “Destroy Arga’s company — slowly. Cut off his projects one by one. I want him to feel what it’s like to lose everything.”“Yes, sir.”Devandra leaned back in his chair, exhaling deeply. A fire glimmered in his eyes — not just anger, but old, festering vengeance.---Meanwhile, chaos erupted inside Arga’s office.“The main server just crashed!” shouted one of the IT staff. “All client data disappeared overnight!”Arga, who had just arr

“Leave him… or he’ll lose everything because of you.”The words from the anonymous message echoed in Vania’s mind all night. She hadn’t slept at all. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw flashes of Arga’s face, his mother’s fury, and the cruel messages flooding her phone.By morning, her body felt heavy—as if the weight of the world sat on her shoulders.A knock echoed through her apartment.“Vania, it’s me.”Arga’s voice.Her heart skipped. She almost didn’t want to open the door. But she did—slowly. Arga stood there, wearing the same suit from last night, eyes tired but full of worry.“Hey,” he said softly. “You didn’t answer my calls.”“I needed time to think,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.Arga stepped inside, closing the door gently. “You’re scaring me, Van. Talk to me.”Vania exhaled shakily, turning away. “You shouldn’t be here.”“What are you talking about?” He frowned, moving closer. “After everything—how could I not be here?”She finally looked at him. He