Semua Bab Ex-Husband's Love Comes After Divorce : Bab 101 - Bab 110

The tension between Damien and Rama had grown sharper, like two blades scraping against each other. Both wanted the same thing — to expose Revania — but their methods were worlds apart.Damien stood near the whiteboard in Rama’s office, lines of data, screenshots, and documents scattered across the surface. His eyes burned with determination. “We’ve got to corner her. If I confront her directly, she’ll panic. She’ll slip up and reveal the truth herself.”Rama leaned against the desk, arms crossed, face calm but firm. “And when she does, Argan will swoop in and protect her — again. You’ll look like the villain, and she’ll come out as the poor, innocent victim.”Damien shot him a hard look. “So what do you suggest? Sit back and wait for her to attack again?”“No,” Rama said, standing straight. “We stop fighting her emotionally. We fight her logically. Through the one thing she can’t fake — money.”Damien frowned. “Money?”Rama walked to the board and pointed at one of the printed docume

The grand estate of the Dirgantara family stood silent that morning, wrapped in an air so tense it could shatter glass. Servants moved quietly through the halls, whispering behind their hands. Everyone knew — something was coming. Something terrible.Inside the study, Argan Dirgantara sat behind his massive mahogany desk, his fingers steepled beneath his chin. His face was carved from stone — unreadable, cold, and terrifyingly calm. On the table before him lay several files, each one a weapon forged from truth.The clock ticked loudly, each second dragging like the sound of a hammer before judgment.Then, the door opened.Revania entered in her usual perfection — flawless makeup, elegant dress, every step calculated. But today, there was something fragile about her poise. Her eyes flicked across the room, looking for warmth that wasn’t there.“Argan,” she greeted, forcing a smile. “You wanted to see me?”Argan didn’t look up. “Sit down.”Her smile faltered slightly. “What’s this about

Damien walked briskly toward Argan’s study carrying a thick folder in his hands. Behind him, Rama followed with a serious expression.“He moved his money to an overseas account,” Damien said as he entered without knocking.Argan, who had been standing in front of the large window, turned slowly. “How much?”“Enough to run away and live comfortably for years,” Rama replied. “He knows we’re after him.”Argan took a long breath and looked at the file in Damien’s hands. “And the evidence we have, is it still secure?”Rama nodded. “We made three copies. Two are in safe locations, one is on an encrypted server.”“Good,” Argan said flatly. But the tone of his voice betrayed that his heart was far from calm.Damien glanced at the older man who was like a father to him. “Do you still hope he can change?” he asked softly.Argan didn’t answer. He simply walked to the desk and stared at the wedding photo of himself and Revania. In the picture, Revania smiled gracefully, her eyes sparkling as if s

The morning sun slipped gently through the curtains, filling the spacious room with a faint scent of antiseptic and fresh flowers.White drapes swayed softly, and in the middle of the room, a woman sat before a wide mirror — staring at her reflection with eyes that no longer belonged to the same person.It was no longer Revania Dirgantara.It was Mira Alandra — a face that was never meant to exist again in this world.For months, Revania had endured a long recovery under Doctor Nathaniel’s careful supervision. The wounds on her face had healed; the surgical scars had faded, hidden beneath smooth, flawless skin. But the most striking transformation wasn’t her physical appearance — it was her aura.Once, Revania radiated sharpness, control, and power.Now, the woman in the mirror exuded gentleness, serenity, even purity — as though the world had resurrected a soul from the past.Revania ran her fingers along her cheek.Her skin felt foreign — tight, new, but beautiful. She tilted her he

The Dirgantara Foundation hall buzzed with activity that morning.Argan stood before a presentation board, discussing plans for expanding their social projects into remote regions. Beside him stood “Mira Alandra” — the woman who, lately, seemed to appear in every corner of his life.> “I’ve reviewed the data from the eastern provinces,” Mira said softly, handing a folder to Argan. “I believe if we focus on education, the impact will be more immediate.”Argan glanced at the documents, then at her. He nodded slowly, admiration flickering in his eyes — a rare sight.> “You’re right. Your approach is simple but precise. I never would have thought of it that way.”Mira gave a small, knowing smile.> “Sometimes we just need to listen with the heart, not with numbers.”Her words tightened something in Argan’s chest. He looked at her — gentle, wise, full of empathy. Everything he had once loved about Almira seemed to live again in this woman… or perhaps, he thought, it was the same soul rebor