Semua Bab Regret After Wife Wants Divorce : Bab 61 - Bab 70

"I never thought… we’d still be able to sit like this,” Vania’s voice was soft, yet a faint smile touched her lips.Across from her, Devandra stirred his black coffee without sugar. “And I never thought you’d be willing to forgive me.”He looked at Vania for a long time, as if afraid this moment was only a dream.That morning, sunlight streamed through the curtains of the luxury apartment on the twenty-third floor. The scent of toast and coffee filled the air. After weeks in the hospital from an accident, Vania was finally discharged, and Devandra had insisted she stay in his apartment—temporarily, he said.Their routine was simple but warm. Mornings were spent having breakfast together. At noon, Devandra worked from home, sneaking in kisses on Vania’s forehead between calls. In the afternoon, they took walks in the park near the building. Evenings were spent curled up on the couch watching movies.For Vania, it was like a dream she’d once lost. All the wounds from the past seemed to

"I can’t…" Vania stopped in her tracks on the sidewalk, her voice breaking. She wrapped her arms around herself, the chill of the night suddenly cutting through to her bones.The image from the hotel replayed in her mind—Devandra and the woman in the red dress, holding each other without hesitation.Her thoughts spun wildly. If I had gone in, what would’ve happened? Would I have screamed? Slapped him? Or… crumbled right there in front of him?Vania bit her lip. No—she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing her cry again.With brisk steps, she called a rideshare, deciding to go back to the apartment without waiting for Devandra.---The luxury apartment was dark and cold when she entered.She switched on the living room lights, set her bag on the sofa, and sat down with a vacant stare.On the table, two coffee cups from earlier that afternoon still sat there. The faint aroma lingering in the air made her chest tighten. All those warm moments… just empty words?The clock ticked on

“Devandra!” Vania’s voice cut through the man’s brisk steps in front of the door.Devandra, already dressed in a sharp suit and holding his car keys, stopped for a moment and turned with a blank expression.“I’m late for work. What is it now?”Vania stepped forward, planting herself squarely between him and the door.“We need to talk.”“Later tonight,” Devandra replied quickly. “I have an important meeting this morning.”“An important meeting?” Vania narrowed her eyes. “A meeting with Karen?”Devandra closed his eyes briefly, as if trying to rein in his emotions.“Don’t start, Vania. That meeting is business-related. There’s nothing for you to worry about.”“Business?” Vania let out a short, humorless laugh, her tone laced with sarcasm.“Business at a hotel? In the middle of the night?”Devandra’s gaze sharpened.“You followed me?”“I have the right to know where my husband goes, especially after everything that’s happened.” Vania crossed her arms firmly. “You said you wanted to fix o

“Reservation under the name Devandra Aditama,” Vania’s voice was firm as she stood before the receptionist of The Aurelia restaurant.The woman at the host stand glanced at the small tablet in her hand, then looked up with a faint trace of confusion.“I’m sorry, ma’am… there’s no reservation under that name. But—” she paused briefly, a faint smile forming, “—there is a guest who asked me to personally escort you to the VIP table.”Vania frowned. “Who?”“She said you’d definitely know her… Mrs. Karen Ainsworth.”Vania’s chest tightened. “Please take me,” she replied, hiding the simmering anger behind a faint smile.---Soft music floated through the air as the receptionist guided her past a row of elegant tables adorned with candles and fresh floral arrangements. But Vania’s steps froze when her eyes caught sight of the scene at the far end of the room.Devandra.Sitting across from Karen.Both dressed impeccably, a glass of red wine before each of them—and whether by coincidence or de

"I don’t want to talk about her anymore, Adrian!"Vania slammed the guest room door, but Adrian’s hand stopped it from closing."You think running away will solve anything?" Adrian’s voice rose, his eyes locked sharply on hers. "You walked out on him when he needed you the most!"Vania exhaled heavily. "He chose someone else, Adrian. I won’t be anyone’s second choice anymore. I’m done being played with."That night, Dina’s apartment—a safe refuge offered by her old college friend—felt like a sanctuary. The walls were painted a warm cream, the air scented faintly with vanilla candles. Dina had left Vania alone in the living room with Adrian, probably knowing the two of them needed to talk.Vania moved to the sofa, sat down, and hugged a pillow to her chest. "I want to start over. No Devandra, no Karen, no more pain."Adrian let out a long sigh, looking at her as if trying to see past the armor she’d built. "Vania… you have no idea what’s happening behind your back."Vania scoffed bitte