All Chapters of Ex-Husband's Love Comes After Divorce : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

“No! Argan, stop! Don’t come near me again!”Devia’s voice cut through the cool afternoon air. She stood in the front yard of the Dirgantara family home, pale but with a look of courage in her eyes she had never shown before. Her fists were clenched so tightly it seemed that was all holding her upright in front of the man she had once called husband.Argan halted in his tracks. His gaze zeroed in on Devia, his eyes trembling as he looked at the woman who now seemed like a stranger. “Devia… why are you talking like that? I came to explain—”“I don’t need your explanations,” Devia snapped, her tone wounded but controlled. “What I want is freedom. I’m done, Argan. Done with the drama, the slanders, the humiliation you allow to befall me.”Argan fell silent, his chest rising and falling. He took a step forward, but Devia immediately backed away two steps, as if that distance were her last line of defense.“Devia…” his voice weakened, “I know I was wrong, I know I hurt you many times. But

“Ah, finally done…” Devia placed the last cardboard box in the corner of the small room. Sweat trickled down her forehead, but a faint smile appeared on her lips. This tiny apartment was nothing compared to the Montgomerys’ grand mansion, but at least it was hers. A place where she could breathe without being haunted by Revania’s shadow or the family’s scornful eyes.She stood by the window, pulling back the thin curtain to gaze at the bustling city below. The blaring horns and the hum of traffic somehow felt comforting. No family rules, no third-party drama, no false accusations. Just her, and the freedom she had longed for.But when she turned on the television just to fill the silence, her heart was pierced again. On the screen, a cheerful infotainment anchor read the headline:> “Breaking news—Revania was spotted leaving the hospital with Argantara Dirgantara. The two appeared close, sparking public speculation that Argan’s marriage with Devia is nearing its end…”Devia immediatel

A light drizzle fell over the city that night. Devia had just returned from her modest job at a small boutique, her steps weary, her body wrapped in a brown coat that was a little worn. Her life had indeed become quieter after leaving Argan and the Dirgantara family. Yet that peace was fragile, for every time she opened the news or scrolled through online gossip, her name was still chained to the scandal that had disgraced her.She had just switched on the small lamp in her tiny apartment when a knock sounded at the door. Devia frowned—visitors were rare. She glanced at the wall clock—almost nine at night.Carefully, she opened the door. Standing there was a woman in her early thirties, hair tied simply back, her face etched with worry.“Are you Devia?” the woman asked softly.Devia eyed her warily. “Yes. Who are you?”The woman lowered her gaze for a moment before speaking in a hushed voice. “My name is Livia. I… I used to be Revania’s personal assistant.”Devia froze. Instinctively,

“Argan…” Revania’s voice was soft, yet filled with certainty. She sat in the living room of the Dirgantara family home, her body wrapped in a gentle cardigan as if she were fragile. Her face looked sorrowful, and her trembling hands were deliberately left visible.Argantara sat across from her, his eyes filled with concern. “Reva, you look pale again. Are you sure you’re strong enough to come here?”Revania lowered her gaze, fiddling with the edge of her cardigan. “I just wanted to talk… I’m so tired of being blamed, Argan. I don’t want to appear like I’m intruding on your marriage, but Devia… she always treats me as if I were a homewrecker.”Argan let out a long sigh. “Reva… Devia is stubborn. She often misunderstands.”Revania lifted her gaze, her eyes brimming with tears. “You know I never intended to take you from her. I only want to live peacefully. But she… she corners me in front of everyone. Just yesterday, I felt as if she truly wanted to hurt me. What have I done so wrong to

“Devia, wait a moment!”Revania’s voice rang out from the living room, stopping Devia just as she was about to head upstairs.Devia turned, her face cold. “What now?”Revania stood near the table, holding a glass of water. A thin smile curved her lips, though her eyes gleamed with intent. “I just want to talk for a moment. It won’t take long.”Devia scoffed, stepping down one stair. “If it’s just to stir up trouble, keep it to yourself.”“Trouble? I only want… to fix our relationship,” Revania said sweetly, though it was clearly a façade.Devia folded her arms across her chest. “Do you really think I’d believe that?”---The tension broke when suddenly Revania stepped forward, pretending to lose her balance. The glass slipped from her hand, shattering on the floor. Water splashed across the tiles, shards of glass scattering everywhere.“Oh my!” Revania cried out, quickly clutching her arm. “Devia, why did you push me?!”Devia’s eyes widened. “What?! I didn’t even touch you!”At that e