All Chapters of Ex-Husband's Love Comes After Divorce : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

“Devia?”Damien’s voice broke through the silence of the hospital corridor. He found her sitting on a bench, her face buried in her palms. Her shoulders trembled, and her quiet sobs echoed faintly against the sterile white walls.She looked up, startled, eyes red and swollen. “Damien?”He crouched in front of her, worry etched on his face. “What happened? I saw you outside with Argan. Did he—”Her voice cracked. “He called me names… in front of everyone. Said I was… cheap. That the baby I’m carrying—” She couldn’t finish.Damien’s expression hardened. His jaw flexed, eyes burning with restrained fury. “Where is he?”“Damien, please—”But he was already standing, his steps quick and deliberate. The air around him felt heavier, colder. He spotted Argan near the hospital entrance, pacing furiously, phone in hand.“Argan!” Damien’s voice thundered.Argan turned sharply, annoyance flashing in his eyes. “Oh, great. Another hero. What, you here to comfort my ex-wife now?”Damien didn’t answe

“Enough, Revania!” Damien’s voice thundered through the hospital corridor, startling everyone nearby. His fists were clenched, his jaw tight. “You’ve gone too far!”Revania blinked innocently, though the smirk curling at the corner of her lips betrayed her satisfaction. “Too far? I only told the truth,” she purred, stepping backward with feigned fragility. “If you can’t handle the facts, that’s not my fault.”“Facts?” Damien snarled. “You forged those papers, didn’t you? You think no one will find out—”Before he could finish, Revania lifted her chin, taunting, “Oh, are you going to hit me now? Go ahead, show them what kind of man you really are.”Her tone was poison wrapped in honey.Damien took a furious step forward, his hand half-raised—until a smaller, trembling hand caught his wrist midair.“Stop.”Devia’s voice was soft but firm, cutting through the tension like a blade.Everyone froze.Devia stood between them, her pale face glistening with unshed tears. Her eyes met Damien’s

“Make sure everything goes smoothly. No mistakes.”Revania’s voice was cold and razor-sharp as she stood before the wide glass window of her luxury apartment. Through the reflection, she could see her own face — beautiful, calm, and smiling with a touch of cruelty beneath the amber light of dusk.A man in a black suit stood behind her, head bowed respectfully. “The pharmacist has been taken care of, ma’am. The vitamin bottle ordered by Devia has been replaced with the one you requested.”“Good.” Revania’s gaze shifted toward the skyline turning crimson. “Leave no trace. And make sure the deliveryman wears the official hospital uniform.”“It’s all arranged,” the man replied promptly.Revania turned to face him, her eyes gleaming with wicked delight. “This time, I want to see that ‘perfect mother’ scream because of her own foolishness.”She lifted a glass of red wine, swirling it slowly before taking a sip. “Let’s see how strong your fake love really is, Devia.”---The next morning, th

The hospital room was silent except for the steady beeping of the heart monitor. Pale morning light filtered through the half-drawn curtains, washing the space in an almost holy glow that didn’t match the heaviness in the air. Devia lay weakly against her pillow, her skin drained of color, one hand resting protectively over her bandaged abdomen.She was still fighting the dizziness when the door creaked open.“Devia…”That voice — smooth, too sweet to be sincere.Revania stepped inside, her heels clicking against the tile floor, a bouquet of white lilies cradled in her arms. Her face carried the perfect expression of concern, her tone dripping with false sympathy.“Oh, dear,” she sighed dramatically. “When I heard about your… little accident, I couldn’t just stay away. I had to see you.”Devia’s eyes narrowed slightly. Her body tensed, though she was too weak to move. “You don’t need to pretend, Revania.”Revania placed the flowers neatly on the bedside table, ignoring the edge in Dev

The Dirgantara mansion was unusually quiet when Damien and Rama arrived that evening. The atmosphere felt heavy — like the calm before a storm. Damien held a brown envelope in one hand, the edges slightly crumpled from how tightly he’d been gripping it. Inside were the CCTV recordings and laboratory results that could destroy everything Revania had built with her lies.Rama glanced at him as the butler opened the grand doors.“Are you ready for this?” he whispered.Damien’s jaw tightened. “It’s not about being ready. It’s about ending this nightmare.”They stepped into the living room where Argan and Revania were waiting. Argan sat on the long leather sofa, looking dignified but weary. Revania, dressed in a flowing white dress, looked the picture of innocence — her hands folded neatly on her lap, her face calm. Only her eyes, sharp and calculating, betrayed her composure when she saw the envelope in Damien’s hand.Argan looked up. “Damien. Rama. What is this all about? You said it was