Semua Bab Regret After Wife Wants Divorce : Bab 21 - Bab 30

Three days had passed without any sign of Devandra at the office.No calm footsteps echoing in the hallway,no familiar voice greeting with that subtle smile,no bitter black coffee placed neatly on his desk at exactly eight a.m.And the thing Vania noticed most—there were no more of those eyes.The eyes that silently followed her every step, everywhere she went.At first, she thought Devandra was simply giving her space after their meeting at the café.But day by day, that odd feeling slowly morphed into something more unsettling:worry.“Miss Vania, the finance division documents still haven’t been signed by Mr. Devandra,” said the finance secretary.Vania nodded slowly. “I’ll follow up.”But as soon as she returned to her office, she picked up her phone.No messages from Devandra.No updates on his social media.Even Hanz, his closest staff, was acting strange—avoiding her gaze more than once.That afternoon, during lunch break, Vania found Hanz sitting alone in the pantry,starin

“Vania! Wait!”Vania’s footsteps echoed through the cold, silent hallway of the hospital. She didn’t turn around. She couldn’t.Her hand clutched a thin jacket that did little to shield her from the chill of the rain outside. But her heart was far colder than her body.Rain poured heavily as she stepped out. The drops slapped against her face, but she kept walking, no umbrella, letting the storm drench her hair and clothes.“Why does it have to be like this…?” she whispered.Her legs felt weak, but she refused to stop. She needed to get away from that ward. Away from the pain. Away from Devandra. From the lies. From Lyra. From everything.A flash of lightning tore the sky, followed by a deafening crash of thunder. But Vania found comfort in the rain—because it was the only thing hiding her tears now.“Why do I keep hoping for you, Dev?” she thought bitterly. “How foolish of me… to stay after being hurt again and again.”---Just meters from the hospital gate, a black car screeched to

“You look tired, Van.”Revaldo offered her a cup of black coffee, his eyes filled with concern as he looked at the woman in front of him.Vania glanced at him briefly, her lips curling into a faint smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. She accepted the cup, then turned her gaze back to the laptop on her desk. Her fingers typed rapidly, yet her expression remained flat—cold, like the first snow of autumn touching the earth.“I’m just trying to focus, Val. That’s all.”Her tone was calm, but there was a distance in it—one that was hard to cross.Revaldo gave a slight nod, choosing not to push further. He knew something had shifted. Ever since that day at the hospital, when Vania got into his car without saying much, she had started shutting the world out.Especially Devandra.Across the room, behind the glass partition, Hanz watched her intently. He could feel a change in her aura. Normally, Vania greeted everyone warmly, her presence always felt. But for the past two days, that warmt

“We have to make sure the original medical records are legally admissible,” Hanz said as he lowered his sunglasses, studying Devandra’s face across the table.In the corner of a small café tucked away in Blok M, the two men sat with serious expressions. On the table between them was a thick folder filled with photocopies of records from a hidden clinic Lyra had once visited.Devandra nodded. “I’ve already contacted the company’s regular lawyer. But we need to tread carefully. If Lyra finds out this is going legal too early, she might tamper with the evidence.”Hanz leaned back. “I was thinking the same. We need primary evidence from that clinic. Digital records, CCTV footage—if any. And a neutral witness testimony.”Devandra stared straight ahead, his jaw clenched. “I’m not backing down. Not just to clear my name... but for Vania. She deserves to know I wasn’t lying.”“I’ve got your back, Dev. All the way.”They locked eyes and nodded. Among half-empty coffee cups and the hum of traff

“Don’t be nervous. Let her talk on her own,” Hanz whispered while adjusting the tiny microphone hidden inside his jacket. He sat across from Devandra in the corner of an elegant café—a place they had strategically chosen.Devandra leaned back, outwardly calm, though inside, his heart was burning. This was the moment he’d been waiting for ever since Lyra’s lies had come to light.A few minutes later, the café door swung open.Lyra entered, as glamorous as ever. Her hair was neatly styled, her lips bright red, and her eyes scanned the room with sharp calculation. When her gaze met Devandra’s, a manipulative smile spread across her face.“Dev… Hanz…” she greeted as she took a seat. “Why did you suddenly want to meet?”Devandra gave a faint smile. “We just want to talk. Settle everything, so there’s nothing left unresolved.”“Settle?” Lyra raised an eyebrow.Hanz ordered drinks as a distraction. Under the table, he discreetly pressed the “record” button on the small device hidden in his m