All Chapters of Regret After Wife Wants Divorce : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

“Van, are you sure you can go home on your own?” Devandra stood at the doorway of his house, traces of tension from their earlier conversation still lingering on his face.Vania exhaled, lowered her gaze for a moment, then looked up. “I need some air, Dev. If I stay here any longer, my head will explode.”Devandra studied her for a few seconds, as if he wanted to say something more, but in the end, he only nodded. “Be careful.”Vania walked away, hugging herself. The evening breeze carried the scent of rain that had yet to fall. Her steps eventually led her to a small café on the corner of the street—a place she rarely visited. From the outside, it looked warm, with dim yellow lights and large windows half-covered by curtains.As she stepped in, the rich aroma of coffee mixed with cinnamon welcomed her. There weren’t many customers inside, just a few people absorbed in their laptops or books. Vania chose a table by the window and sat down, gazing outside.Her mind was still a storm—Ka

The rain had just stopped, leaving the streets glistening and wet. Vania drove slowly, her mind still tangled in fragments of plans with Devandra—how to confront Mrs. Rika, the possibility of her father’s involvement, and the question of who she could actually trust.Then suddenly, the steering wheel began to shake strangely. A dull thud-thud-thud came from the left side of the car. She slowed down, pulled over to the side of the road, and stopped the engine.When she stepped out, the cold afternoon air greeted her. The front left tire was almost completely flat.“Perfect,” she muttered bitterly. “As if I don’t already have enough problems.”She opened the trunk to get the jack, but her hand froze when a man’s voice called softly, “Vania?”She turned sharply. From the opposite direction, a man was walking toward her—light blue shirt, black pants, slightly messy hair—and a face she knew all too well.“Arga?”He gave a faint smile. “Looks like I showed up at just the right time.”“I can

“Why does the walk home feel quieter than usual…” Vania muttered, quickening her pace. The streetlights were on, but the shadows of the trees made parts of the sidewalk look unnervingly dark.She had just left the city park, still replaying the laughter she’d shared with Arga that afternoon, when that strange sensation crept in—a feeling that someone was following her.Her footsteps echoed alone, but… no. There was another set of steps, half a beat behind hers.Vania glanced back sharply. The street looked empty, but in the distance, a tall figure in a dark jacket moved slowly, always keeping the same distance.Don’t panic, Van… she told herself. She dug into her bag for her phone. But before she could dial anyone’s number, the footsteps drew closer.Vania sped up, then broke into a half-run.“Vania!”The voice came from the side, from a narrow alleyway. The figure who stepped out made her freeze—Arga.“Come on, this way!” He extended his hand without further explanation. Reflexively,

“Arga?” Devandra’s voice cut through the stillness of the late afternoon, sharp and commanding, outside the small café on the corner.Arga, just stepping out with a takeaway coffee in hand, turned. A faint smile touched his lips. “Yeah. And you must be Devandra.”Devandra closed the distance between them until barely a meter remained. “We need to talk. About Vania.”Arga straightened slightly, though his posture stayed relaxed. “Talk about what?”“I want to know your intentions.” Devandra’s tone was flat, but his eyes were razor-sharp. “Why did you suddenly show up in her life? And why is it that every time she needs help, you’re there?”Arga arched an eyebrow. “Is that wrong?”“It’s not about right or wrong,” Devandra shot back quickly. “I just don’t want her getting hurt again. She’s already been broken enough by people she thought she could trust.”Arga studied him in silence for a few seconds, then let out a slow breath. “You think I’m one of them?”“I think you’re… a little too c

“Van, are you busy?” Devandra’s voice came through the phone.Vania stared at her screen. The call rang for a long time, but she didn’t answer. She just looked at his name, her thumb hovering over the accept button, then slowly pulling away.The ringing stopped. She exhaled softly. I need space… I need distance.For the past few days, Vania had been deliberately keeping her distance from Devandra. The short messages he sent were barely glanced at, never replied to. Phone calls went unanswered. She even took different routes just to avoid “accidentally” running into him.But somehow, Devandra always showed up.---That afternoon, Vania sat at a corner table in a small café downtown. She had just ordered a hot latte and opened her laptop, trying to shift her focus to work.The bell over the café door chimed. A man walked in.Vania looked up briefly—and her heart skipped a beat.Devandra.He was wearing a long-sleeved blue shirt, sleeves rolled up slightly. His gaze swept the room, and w