Todos os capítulos de Ex-Husband's Love Comes After Divorce : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

“Revania! Take your hands off my desk!”My sharp voice thundered across the office that morning. I had just rushed in, still panting from the parking lot, only to be greeted by a sight that made my blood boil—Revania was standing behind my desk, scanning my files with a smug satisfaction, as if they were hers.Revania turned slowly, her lips curling into a sly smile. “Devia… finally. I was just making sure this office is suitable for me, for my soon-to-be official place.”I strode forward and slapped her hand away from the folder she was touching. “Don’t dream. This desk is not yours, and it never will be.”Her eyes narrowed. “You’re too confident. Argantara is sick of you—everyone knows it. Do you really think you can still survive here?”I leaned closer, just inches from her face. “If I fall, I’ll fall with my head held high. But you? You can only hide behind a man’s name. Without Argantara, you are nothing.”“DEVIA!” Argantara’s voice suddenly boomed from the doorway.Both Revania

“I need proof.”I muttered to myself in my apartment bedroom that night. Open folders were scattered across my desk; my phone glowed with little notes—each one listing names, times, and places I suspected were meeting points between Argantara and Revania.My hand shook as I typed a message to my friend, Citra.> Devia: Please help me. I have to get proof of them together. Photos, recordings, anything.A quick reply came.> Citra: Are you sure, Vi? Staking out your own husband… that’s dangerous.Devia: I’ve been the victim for too long. Without proof, I’ll never be free.---The next day, Citra and I sat in a small black car parked across from the upscale restaurant. From what I’d learned, Argantara often had dinner with Revania here.“Vi, what if they don’t show?” Citra asked, worry in her voice.“They will,” I answered quickly. “Revania can’t resist showing off. Trust me.”My fingers tightened on my phone camera. I held my breath when a black car pulled up to the curb. Argantara step

“Devia…”The voice woke me in the early morning. When my eyes opened, the first thing I saw was Argantara’s face, so close. He was already sitting at the side of the bed, looking at me gently as if there had been no argument the night before.I sat up sharply and pulled the blanket up to my chest. “What are you doing in my room?”Argan gave a faint smile and reached for my hand. “I just wanted to see you. You look beautiful when you sleep.”I shoved his hand away roughly. “Don’t act affectionate with me, Argan. You make me sick.”His brow furrowed, but he still tried to smile. “I’m serious, Dev. I want to fix everything. I know I was wrong… so please let me make it right.”I stood, my feet cold on the floor, my face taut. “Do you think sweet smiles and honeyed words can undo all the pain you caused?”He rose as well and stepped toward me. “I won’t just talk. I’ll prove it.” His hand reached out, trying to stroke my cheek again.I stepped back quickly and swatted at the air. “Stop! Eve

“I’ve had enough, Mom!”Argantara’s voice suddenly exploded, making the spoon in my hand freeze mid-air. I looked up in surprise and saw him staring straight at his mother with a sharp gaze.“Argan?” his mother gasped, clearly not expecting her son to speak so firmly.Argan clenched his fist on the table. “Stop pressuring Devia all the time! If you want grandchildren, that’s not an excuse to corner her. Devia is not a baby-making machine, Mom. She’s my wife, and she deserves to be respected.”I was stunned, my heart racing. In my life I had never heard Argan speak like that—especially not in front of his mother.“Argan!” his mother’s voice rose, wounded. “How dare you contradict your own mother for the sake of that woman?”“This isn’t about contradicting you, Mom,” Argan replied quickly. “It’s about respect. Devia has carried too many burdens—because of me, because of our family… and now you want to add to them by demanding grandchildren?”His mother slammed her palm on the table; the

“I need you to find a way to make this divorce suit inadmissible in court, Mr. Surya!”Argantara’s voice rang heavy and firm through his office. His hand slammed the large wooden desk, sending several files tumbling to the floor.His personal lawyer, Surya, straightened and looked at his boss cautiously. “Mr. Arga… legally, if Mrs. Devia has already filed the petition, the process will proceed. What we can do is only delay it, or look for a procedural angle to have the judge dismiss the case.”Argan snorted, struggling to hold back his emotions. “I don’t care how. I only know one thing—I will not let Devia get away from me!”“But—” Surya began.“No buts!” Argan cut him off with a sharp look. “You’ve worked with me for years, Surya. I’m sure you know how to play the legal rules. Tell me—what must I do?”Surya inhaled deeply and opened the folder in front of him. “There are several options, Sir. First, you can contest the petition on the grounds that there is no admissible evidence of i