All Chapters of Ex-Husband's Love Comes After Divorce : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

The restaurant glowed softly under the flicker of candlelight placed neatly on every table. A gentle stream of jazz music floated through the air, weaving an atmosphere of warmth and quiet intimacy.At the center of the room sat Argan, facing Mira — the woman who seemed to have stepped right out of his past.She wore an ivory dress, her hair falling gracefully over her shoulders. Her smile — calm, sincere, and hauntingly familiar — mirrored that of the woman Argan once loved until her final breath.> “I don’t know why, Mira,” Argan said quietly, swirling the wine in his glass. “Every time I’m with you, it feels like... the world stops asking me to be strong.”Mira looked at him softly. “Maybe because, for the first time, you don’t have to pretend to be strong, Argan.”He smiled faintly. “You even speak like her... like Almira.”Mira lowered her eyes, pretending to be startled. “She... she must’ve been important to you, wasn’t she?”Argan nodded, his gaze distant. “She was my first lov

The moment Argan stepped into the Dirgantara mansion, he sensed something was wrong. The air felt too still, as if the walls were holding their breath. He loosened his tie, exhausted from another long night with “Mira,” and called out halfheartedly, “Devia? Are you awake?”No answer.He frowned. Usually, even if Devia was asleep, one of the maids would greet him or inform him of the baby’s schedule. But the mansion was silent—eerily so.He headed upstairs, irritation bubbling quietly in his chest. She should at least let him know if something was off.Argan reached the nursery door and pushed it open.His world froze.The crib was empty.The blankets were folded neatly. The little mobile toy above the crib spun slowly, as if disturbed recently. But there was no baby. No soft breathing. No Devia.Just emptiness.Argan’s breath caught. “Devia?” he called again, louder, almost desperate. He checked the bathroom, the bedroom, the hallway.Nothing.He hurried downstairs, each step heavier

Argan didn’t realize when the shift happened. Maybe it was the moment “Mira” smiled at him the way Almira used to. Maybe it was when she listened so patiently, so tenderly, to the memories he never shared with anyone else. Or maybe it was simply because his heart—tired, confused, and longing—had found comfort in a familiar illusion.Whatever the reason, Argan was sinking deeper into the mirage Revania had crafted.And he didn’t even notice it.1. Argan’s New World“Mira” stood beside him on the balcony of the hotel suite that overlooked the city lights. The evening breeze brushed her hair gently, the exact way it used to brush Almira’s. Argan watched her profile, the slope of her nose, the softness of her eyes, the faint, serene smile she always wore.It was all too familiar.Too perfect.“Argan,” she said softly, “are you thinking about her again?”He swallowed. He didn’t want to lie—yet he also didn’t want to admit how much Mira’s presence had stirred old wounds and old warmth.“I d

The rain had been falling since morning, tapping softly against the window of Devia’s small rented apartment. The world outside seemed washed in gray, but none of it compared to the storm raging inside her chest.Devia sat on the edge of the bed, her baby sleeping beside her in a small crib. She clutched her phone between trembling fingers, staring at the message she had received from an old colleague at the Dirgantara Group.“People are talking… they say Argan bought a new engagement ring.”Another message followed.“Rumor is… he wants to propose to that new woman. Mira.”Devia’s breath caught.Her vision blurred.For a moment she thought it was just a misunderstanding—something exaggerated by gossip. But the sincerity in her colleague’s words crushed any hopes of denial.An engagement ring.A new woman.A future that she once believed was hers.Her hands covered her mouth as a sob escaped her throat. She curled in on herself, trembling. The ache in her chest spread like a bruise, de

The wind outside Devia’s small rented apartment whistled softly, brushing the curtains as if urging the night to speak its truth. Devia had just finished washing the dishes when a sudden knock echoed through the quiet space.Tok. Tok. Tok.Firm. Purposeful.Devia frowned. She wasn’t expecting anyone.She wiped her hands on a towel and approached the door cautiously. When she opened it, two familiar figures stood beneath the dim hallway light—Damien and Rama.Both looked tense. Serious. Almost shaken.“Damien?” Devia blinked in confusion. “Rama? What are you two doing here?”Damien exchanged a quick glance with Rama, then spoke first. “We need to talk, Devia. It’s important.”“Very important,” Rama added, his voice low. “And it concerns… Mira.”Devia stiffened at the name, a whisper of pain flickering across her eyes. She stepped aside and motioned inward.“Come in.”The two men entered, their presence filling the quiet room with a heavy, unspoken urgency. Devia sat across from them, h