Lahat ng Kabanata ng Ex-Husband's Love Comes After Divorce : Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Devia stopped in the doorway as Revania’s voice sliced through the office air like a knife. “Devia, you’re truly pathetic.” The words hung there, sharp and deliberate. Revania stood framed by the glass wall, every inch of her composed for effect: an elegant work dress, hair perfectly set, a smile like frost.For a moment Devia simply breathed, as if measuring the calm before a storm. “I have nothing to do with you, Revania. Get out of my way.” Her voice was flat, stripped of theatrics. She did not want to give the woman the privilege of a scene.Revania’s heels clicked across the marble floor, a small sound that carried weight and meaning in the hush of the office. “Nothing to do with me?” she said, as if repeating a private joke. “We share the same concerns—under the name Argantara.”The name landed like a stone. Devia’s shoulders stiffened. She had built a life around resisting that word being used as a weapon, and hearing it now from Revania felt like the air being siphoned from th

“Enough, Argan! I can’t stay here any longer!”Devia’s voice cracked like glass as it tore through the quiet living room. Her hands trembled as she shoved shirts and dresses into an open suitcase on the sofa—fast, frantic movements, the way someone packs to outrun a fire. Each fold of fabric seemed to be a small severing of ties she no longer wanted. Her breathing came short, ragged, as if air itself had grown heavy around her.Argan stood in the doorway, rigid as a statue. For a moment he simply watched her—unable to move, as if the sight of her packing was a physical blow. “Devia…” he said low, the single syllable thick with something between pleading and accusation. “What are you doing?”She turned abruptly, eyes rimmed red. “Still asking that?” she snapped. Her voice trembled but did not break. “I’m leaving, Argan. I can’t take this anymore.”Argan crossed the room in three long strides, then stopped a breath away from her. He reached up and took a long, shuddering breath as if to

“Devia, I want to talk to you… just this once.”Revania’s voice came through the phone. It sounded soft, almost sincere.Devia snorted, weighing her words. “What do you want now, Reva? Isn’t ruining my life enough?”“I don’t want to argue,” Revania replied quickly, as if afraid the chance would be gone. “I just want to explain something. For Argan… and for our baby.”A silence fell. The mention of Argan made Devia’s chest tighten. Old wounds ripped open again. There was doubt, there was anger, but curiosity burned stronger. She didn’t want to fall into another trap, yet a part of her still wanted to hear Revania out—maybe to finally see the truth behind all the twisted lies.Finally, she exhaled. “Fine. Where do we meet?”---A small café downtown became the setting for their meeting. The evening sky was dim, pressing down on Devia’s heavy heart. She stepped inside with a cold expression, her hair loosely falling around her face. Her gaze swept the room until it landed on Revania.Rev

“Devia!!!”Argan’s voice thundered as he pushed open the door to Devia’s apartment. His posture was rigid, face flushed with anger, eyes burning like coals ready to ignite anyone who dared oppose him.Devia, sweeping the floor, froze mid-swipe. “Argan… what—”“You! How dare you… when everyone thought you… you stayed silent, just watching?” He stepped closer, breathing heavily. Argan’s hand gripped Devia’s arm, bending it without giving her a chance to move back.“Argan! Let go of me!” Devia shouted, struggling to free herself. Her body shook with a mix of fear and rage.Argan pulled her slightly closer, staring sharply into her eyes. “How could you remain so calm… while I was outside, learning everything you’ve done? You want to destroy my family, destroy this marriage?!”“What do you mean, Argan?!” Devia yelled back, her voice cracking. “I haven’t done anything to destroy you! You yourself—”“You stayed silent when Revania—!” Argan stopped briefly, trying to contain his fury, yet his

“Why did you ask to meet here, ma’am?” Devia took a long breath, looking around the small corner café filled with busy people.The middle-aged woman sitting across from her—Revania’s former secretary—lowered her head anxiously, fingers gripping her worn bag tightly. “Because here… it’s safer. Not many people recognize me anymore.”Devia leaned forward. “You said you had something? Proof that could show who Revania really is?”The woman nodded slowly. “I’ve kept it for a long time. I was afraid… but I’m tired of seeing that lie go on.” She pulled out a thick brown envelope and pushed it toward Devia. “Everything is in here.”Devia stared at the envelope, her heart racing. Her hand hesitated for a moment before she touched it. “What is it?”The woman bowed her head further, whispering. “Medical records. Documents… recordings. You’ll understand when you see them.”Devia froze. Medical records? She took the envelope and quickly slipped it into her bag. “Thank you… I’ll verify everything.”