All Chapters of Ex-Husband's Love Comes After Divorce : Chapter 141 - Chapter 148

The apartment felt colder that morning—not because of the weather, but because tension thickened the air like an invisible fog. Devia sensed it the moment she stepped into the living room, holding her baby against her shoulder.Damien and Rama stood there, facing each other like two storms about to collide.Neither spoke at first. Neither even blinked.But the silence between them was razor-sharp.“Is something wrong?” Devia asked carefully.Her voice was soft—too soft compared to the intensity in the room.Damien was the first to turn toward her, his jaw clenched.Rama kept his gaze locked forward, muscles stiff beneath his shirt.Devia felt her stomach tighten.This was going to be bad.---The Breaking PointIt started small.A misunderstanding.A careless comment.A lingering glance.But this morning, it erupted.“Rama,” Damien said, his tone deceptively calm, “you can’t just decide Devia’s movements without consulting us.”Rama scoffed. “Us? Or you?”Damien’s eyes narrowed. “I me

The apartment was unusually quiet.Too quiet.Devia sat on the couch, gently rocking her baby in her arms. The soft hum of the lamp beside her was the only sound in the room. Damien and Rama had stepped out to speak with the building security, leaving her with thirty minutes of solitude—something she used to crave, but now feared more than anything.Ever since the broken baby doll appeared at her door, she could feel a shadow clinging to her, following her. Every creak in the walls, every flicker of the lights, every distant footstep set her nerves on fire.“Just breathe… you’re safe,” she whispered to herself.But even the words felt empty.Her phone buzzed.Devia flinched, nearly dropping the baby. Her heart raced as she reached for the phone on the table. Damien’s name flashed in her mind, or maybe Rama’s, reassuring her that she wasn’t alone.But the screen was blank.Unknown Number. Hidden Caller.Her breath hitched.Her thumb trembled above the screen.She shouldn’t answer. Dami

The storm raged through the night, but by dawn the rain had stopped. What remained was the heaviness in the air—the kind that clung to the skin and made the world feel colder than it was.Devia woke with a start.Her breath came out in shallow bursts, her heart hammering wildly as if trying to break free from her ribcage. She pressed a trembling hand to her chest, calming herself long enough to notice her surroundings.Her apartment was silent. Too silent.The baby slept peacefully in the crib beside her bed, small chest rising and falling, blissfully unaware of the chaos consuming the adults around him.Devia swallowed hard.She had dreamed of the warehouse again—the shadows, the blood, the dragging sound of footsteps echoing like a warning. The nightmares had worsened ever since Damien told her, carefully and reluctantly, that Danu was missing.Not just gone.Missing under violent circumstances.She pulled her legs off the bed and stood, rubbing her arms to ward off the chill. She d

Morning broke slowly, as if the sky itself hesitated to bring light after the night of chaos. Devia sat on the hospital rooftop, wrapped in a thin blanket Damien had placed on her shoulders hours ago. The city below looked strangely peaceful—cars moving lazily, people rushing to work, unaware of the war Devia had just survived.Her hands still trembled.Her ribs hurt each time she breathed.But she was alive.And for the first time in months… Revania was gone.The police report was short and cold: Revania had died from her injuries after the confrontation in the abandoned warehouse. They couldn’t say if it had been an accident, self-inflicted, or a final desperate attempt to escape. They simply wrote the facts. No details. No emotion. No closure.Devia felt none, either.She only felt tired.Footsteps approached behind her—steady, slow, familiar. Damien. She didn’t need to turn to know it was him. His presence had always carried a weight, a steadiness that somehow kept her grounded.“