All Chapters of Ex-Husband's Love Comes After Divorce : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

“Devia, open the door… I beg you.”That deep voice echoed from behind the apartment door.Devia, who had just stepped out of her bedroom, froze. That voice was all too familiar—the very voice that had made her chest tighten these past few days: Argantara.The doorbell rang again. Ding-dong! Ding-dong!“Devia… I know you’re in there. Please, let me talk to you, just for a moment.”Devia’s hand trembled on the doorknob. Her heart waged war with itself—should she let him wait outside or end it all in one outburst? With a heavy breath, she finally turned the key and pulled the door open.There he stood. Argan, dressed neatly in a suit, face weary, holding a large bouquet of red roses in his hands.“For you,” Argan said softly, extending the flowers toward her.Devia’s eyes burned with fury. “What’s the meaning of this?!”“Devia, I just want to make amends. I want—”“Stop, Argan!” Devia slapped the bouquet aside, petals scattering across the floor. “Do you think everything can be fixed wit

“Argan! Look at this!”Revania’s voice rang out loudly in front of Devia’s apartment. She had rushed over, her hair slightly disheveled, her face still red and swollen from the night before. In her hand was a white envelope and a folded medical report.Devia, who had just opened the door, froze. Her body stiffened, her eyes narrowing at the sight of Revania shoving the paper forward like a weapon.Argantara, standing a few feet down the hallway, went pale. “Reva…” his voice was hoarse.Revania stormed closer, pressing the test result against Argan’s chest. “Read it yourself! This is proof! I’m pregnant, Argan! I wasn’t lying!”The paper was crumpled from her trembling grip. Argan stared at it for a long moment before slowly taking it. His eyes flickered as he read the clear words on the page: Positive pregnancy test. Six weeks.Argan swallowed hard, his breath uneven. His fists clenched at his sides. “My God…” he whispered under his breath.Devia crossed her arms, her face tense. “Are

“Devia, come and eat first. I’ve prepared plenty of food.”Mrs. Dirgantara’s gentle voice filled the large dining room. The morning air carried the warm aroma of chicken soup and spiced potato stew. Devia sat awkwardly, still trying to adjust to her mother-in-law’s unusually kind demeanor that morning.Argan, seated beside her, stole glances now and then, worried Devia might suddenly rise and leave. But before the first bite could even reach their lips, a loud knock echoed from the front door.“Who could that be this early?” Mr. Dirgantara asked, setting aside his newspaper.A maid hurried to open the door, and the entire table froze when they saw who was standing at the threshold.Revania.She wore a pastel-colored elegant dress, her face polished with makeup, a luxury bag dangling from her arm. Her smile was sweet, but her eyes were fixed sharply on Argan.“Good morning, Auntie, Uncle…” Revania stepped inside without invitation. “I came because I have something important to say.”Th

“Devia… don’t go.”Argan’s voice cracked—hoarse, raw, and filled with desperation. As Devia stepped away from the Dirgantara family courtyard, his strong hand suddenly caught her wrist from behind.“Let me go!” Devia struggled, her body trembling with rage and disappointment. “I’ve had enough, Argan. I don’t want to be the foolish woman you keep betraying!”But instead of releasing her, Argan pulled her into his arms. “No, Devia. Don’t say that. I won’t let you go, even if you scream.”Devia pounded her fists against his chest, her tears spilling uncontrollably. “Why?! Why are you holding on to me? Don’t you already have Revania? Isn’t she carrying your child?”“No!” Argan shook her shoulders gently, forcing her to meet his gaze, his eyes burning with conviction. “I don’t believe that! I know Revania is lying. She only wants to tear us apart!”Devia’s breath hitched, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her face torn with pain. “Stop lying, Argan. You’ve always trusted her words more

“Devia, wait!”Arga’s voice echoed down the stairwell, desperate and raw. He was running, stumbling over the steps in his haste, his breath ragged as though every exhale tore his chest apart. His hand stretched forward, trembling, almost brushing the sleeve of Devia’s coat as she walked briskly toward the apartment exit.Devia spun around sharply. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, but her glare was sharp enough to cut through his heart. She shoved his hand away as if his touch burned her skin. “Stop, Arga! I don’t want to be chased like this anymore!”Her words landed like a slap. Arga froze, his arm hanging helplessly in midair. Still, he forced himself to swallow the lump in his throat and raised both hands in a gesture of surrender. His voice shook, not from anger, but from fear—fear of losing her forever. “Listen to me first… please. I know I’ve done so many wrong things. I know I hurt you. But give me a chance—just one chance—to make it right.”Devia let out a bitter laugh, o