Semua Bab Ex-Husband's Love Comes After Divorce : Bab 131 - Bab 140

The morning air outside the police station felt strangely heavy, as if the city itself was holding its breath. Detectives moved back and forth with folders clutched in their hands, their expressions tight with frustration. For the past seventy-two hours, the entire department had been fixated on one name—Revania. Yet every trail they chased led only to dead ends, blank spaces, and questions with no answers.It was as if she had dissolved into the air.Inside the briefing room, Inspector Mahendra slammed a stack of papers onto the table. “We’ve checked the hospitals, safe houses, abandoned warehouses, even border checkpoints,” he said, his tone clipped but simmering with irritation. “Nothing. No sightings. No phone usage. No bank activity. Not a single trace.”His partner, Detective Salma, exhaled sharply. “People don’t just vanish. Not like this.”Mahendra rubbed his temples. “Unless they planned it long before we even realized.”The officers looked at one another, a silent acknowledg

The conference room was silent except for the sound of Argan’s pen tapping against the polished table. Stacks of documents were spread before him—financial reports, internal audits, security logs, handwritten notes from meetings he barely remembered attending. All of them led to the same conclusion.Revania hadn’t just manipulated him emotionally.She had infiltrated every corner of his company.She had touched everything—from client contracts to employee promotions, from bank accounts to international partnerships.It was a violation so intricate that Argan wondered how long she had been planning it.“Sir,” his assistant said cautiously, placing another folder beside him. “These are the emails you requested. The ones marked as confidential under Mira Corp.”Argan’s eyes narrowed. Mira Corp.A shell company Revania had insisted he invest in—claiming it was a tribute to Almira’s legacy.Now he knew better.“Leave them,” Argan said, voice low.When the door closed behind the assistant,

The night felt unusually heavy—thick with a kind of stillness that didn’t offer peace but hinted at something lurking beneath. In the small apartment where Devia now lived, the air was quiet except for the gentle hum of the refrigerator and the subtle breaths of her sleeping baby. She sat on the couch with her knees drawn up, arms wrapped around herself, staring blankly at the dim lamp across the room.Another nightmare had shaken her awake.Another image of Revania’s rage cutting through the fragile peace she tried to rebuild.She rubbed her temples, trying to force away the tremors still crawling beneath her skin.Just when she felt herself slipping into that familiar hollow again, a soft knock sounded on her door.Three taps.Quiet, steady, familiar.“Devia? It’s me,” Damien’s voice came from outside.She released a slow breath. Of all the people who visited her, Damien always spoke with a tone that never demanded—only offered. She stood up, wrapped her cardigan tightly around her

Argan hadn’t stepped foot in his penthouse for nearly a week.His office had turned into a cramped command center—stacks of files, surveillance photos, police reports, and investigator notes scattered across every surface. The once pristine room now echoed with the chaos inside his mind.The blinds remained shut.His suit jacket was tossed over a chair.His shirt sleeves were rolled up, revealing tired, clenched muscles.He hadn’t slept properly in days.Not since the night he learned Revania might still be in the city.Not since he realized Devia and their baby were in danger because of him.Argan rubbed his face with both hands and exhaled shakily.He used to believe he was in control of everything—his company, his emotions, his life.Now everything felt like it was unraveling.He stood before a large whiteboard filled with timelines and connections. A red string linked Revania’s disappearance to financial manipulations. Another string connected her medical records with suspicious t

Danu hadn’t slept in three days.Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Revania’s face—twisted with fury, wild with obsession, whispering threats that felt less like warnings and more like promises. When he opened them again, the world seemed even more dangerous. Every shadow elongated. Every sound sharpened. Every step behind him felt like footsteps catching up.He couldn’t keep doing this.He couldn’t keep running.He couldn’t keep hiding for a woman who, deep down, would never protect him the way he had protected her.The guilt gnawed at him first.Then the fear.Now both had grown into something sharp enough to cut the remnants of his sanity.Danu stood in the cramped room he had been renting for two weeks—a place that smelled of old wood, mildew, and desperation. The curtains were torn. The lock on the door barely worked. The only light came from a flickering ceiling lamp that hummed like a nervous heartbeat.His hands shook as he shoved his belongings into a backpack. Not much—on